There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
(Source: makeanewstart, via kevinchetta)
in 7 years its going to be the 20s again so we can bring back swing music and the aesthetics of that era but keep modern values who’s with me
you can’t repeat the past
can’t repeat the past? why, of course you can! of course you can.
old sport
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「進撃弁当」/「笑子」の漫画 [pixiv]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/215e3819c10c96c86106019e14df3999/tumblr_mmp09ubu8A1qz5279o1_500.jpg)
