And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.
— Edgar Allan Poe (via mcfearless-aha)
They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via girlinlondon)
He did not care if she was heartless, vicious and vulgar, stupid and grasping, he loved her. He would rather have misery with one than happiness with the other.
— W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage (via anachronisticalexis)
