galaxyatlas
galaxyatlas
Pride and Sensibility
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and I went home that night and romanticized your life, I'll reinvent myself tomorrow. Yours, Amy
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galaxyatlas · 3 years ago
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We are not lonely, we are asleep. Just waiting for the most banal moment to wake us up and suddenly add electrifying color to our lives. I rather like to think this moment comes along with a touch of romance, a glance, a touch maybe even a life, but that's also the annoying romantic in me refusing to perish all hope. “I've got a new theory about marriage. Two people are in love, they live together, and then suddenly one day, they run out of conversation.” - Gareth, Four Weddings and a Funeral
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galaxyatlas · 3 years ago
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Jay Gatsby drowned in a pool of marble in possession of the heart of one Nick Carraway. The epilogue did not include unnecessary prose on this universal truth, however, it was Daisy Buchanan's ingenuity that stole the heart of the Great Gatsby, but it was the genuine intentions of Nick that won it over. I am sure it was the intention of Fitzgerald to mention this fact but we'll allow context clues to draw us in this time. “I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.” ― Fitzgerald F. Scott, The Great Gatsby
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galaxyatlas · 3 years ago
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What is the last book you read? And why is reading not a habit but an addiction. You either devote hundreds of hours to it, drowning in words and feelings stranger to yours or you will let novels gather dust at the foot of your bed. “What are men to rocks and mountains?” ― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
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galaxyatlas · 3 years ago
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"The richness I achieve comes from nature, the source of my inspiration." – Claude Monet
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galaxyatlas · 3 years ago
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“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
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galaxyatlas · 3 years ago
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We reinvent ourselves every goddamn day. The rise of a new sun brings with it the death of your past. Change will leave you breathless, shaken and weak. Armor abandoned how do we go on? “Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
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