Elle Voit, Elle Pense

Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Trying to survive med school and Baltimore

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Gazing into the mirror, I saw myself as I was — a black silhouette in the room, a woman whose darkness had completely leaked through.

Sue Monk Kidd, The Mermaid Chair (via sydneyrae)

He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced—or seemed to face—the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via r-b-k-h)

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That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via sweet-southern-charm)

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