I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via victorielle)
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Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running - that’s the way to live.
Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums (via coyotegold)
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Chanel: Every woman is looking at you.
Boy: No, they’re looking at you.
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