"My God,” he gasped, “You’re fun to kiss."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is The Night (via belle-de-nuit)
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"He loved her, he loved her, and until he’d loved her she had never minded being alone."
— Truman Capote, Summer Crossing (via wuthering-heights)
(Source: kitty-en-classe, via runonssentence)