“I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.”
—Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald
mynightmaresareaboutlosingyou:
How can a man like John Green write something as gut-wrenchingly heart-breaking as tfios
and then throw himself against a wall to test if he is an octopus
just
how
“There’s a plane leaving for anywhere you want right now, and in an hour, and in a day, and in a year. You can get out whenever you want, it’s comforting I think.”
How ironic that the groom is batman *cough* Logan :)
