"She ran the back of her hand along the first shelf, listening to the shuffle of her fingernails gliding across the spinal chord of each book. It sounded like an instrument, or the notes of running feet."
"I can’t think of anything but nights with you. I want them warm and silvery, when we can be together all our lives."
Zelda Fitzgerald to Scott Fitzgerald, 1919 (via feellng)
"So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings."