"And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via les-jours-pluvieux)
(Source: lajoiedespetiteschoses, via thehappiestofsadsongs)
I am nothing without pretend.
I know my faults.
Can’t live with them.