awake for ever in a sweet unrest

We were talking about the great things
that have happened in our lifetimes;
and I said, “Oh, I suppose the moon landing
was the greatest thing that has happened
in my time.” But, of course, we were all lying.
The truth is the moon landing didn’t mean
one-tenth as much to me as one night in 1963
when we lived in a three-room flat in what once had been
the mansion of some Victorian merchant prince
(our kitchen had been a clothes closet, I’m sure),
on a street where by now nobody lived
who could afford to live anywhere else.
That night, the three of us, Claudine, Johnnie and me,
woke up at half-past four in the morning
and ate cinnamon toast together.

“Is that all?” I hear somebody ask.

Oh, but we were silly with sleepiness
and, under our windows, the street-cleaners
were working their machines and conversing in Italian, and
everything was strange without being threatening,
even the tea-kettle whistled differently
than in the daytime: it was like the feeling
you get sometimes in a country you’ve never visited
before, when the bread doesn’t taste quite the same,
the butter is a small adventure, and they put
paprika on the table instead of pepper,
except that there was nobody in this country
except the three of us, half-tipsy with the wonder
of being alive, and wholly enveloped in love.

Alden Nowlan, “Great Things Have Happened” (via csjennings)
When you’re older you’ll know what people who love suffer. The agony. It’s better to be cold and young than to love.
F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Tender is the Night (via fuckyeahfitzgerald)

A woman on the subway, New York City, 1970s.

A woman on the subway, New York City, 1970s.

allthingseurope:

Montmartre, Paris (by Zeb Andrews)

allthingseurope:

Montmartre, Paris (by Zeb Andrews)

One cannot be deeply responsive to the world without being saddened very often.
Erich Fromm (via misswallflower)
allthingseurope:

Amalfi Seaview (by Mapolulu)

allthingseurope:

Amalfi Seaview (by Mapolulu)

We were together. I forget the rest.
Walt Whitman (via kathrynsoloway)

willoughbooby:

Blake Lively at the 67th Annual Cannes Film Festival in France - May 14, 2014

jesus christ blake lively

It’s a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical mind.
Naguib Mahfouz  (via thatkindofwoman)

1x14 | 2x22

The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.
this popular advice column—which answers the question: “what I would tell my 20 year old self”—is shiver inducing.  (via hyperbolequeen)