How the unforgettable faces of dusk would blend to her, the myriad footsteps, a thousand overtures, would blend to her footsteps; and there would be more drunkenness than wine in the softness of her eyes on his. F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via liquidnight)

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I have come to the conclusion that I can’t listen to most Matthew Good songs without crying. Even the newer songs feel nostaljik, or beautifully painful. Too much true emotion. Seeing him live in November was the most amazing thing. I<3 Matthew Good  (oooh, this was SUCH a girly post…)