I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
Finally.
Finally the puzzle pieces are fitting together.
Finally the light at the end of the tunnel shines.
Finally a leaf is turning.
Finally a chapter commences.
Finally, I’m graduating.
There’s a post in my drafts titled “Decisions, Promises & Twists of Fate”… but I can’t make the decision on if I should post it or not…
Go figure.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Lord Byron, She Walks In Beauty (via uproarsyouronlymusic)
(Source: scatterstarslikedust)
