love is blindness.

(nothing self-portraits)

i've been experimenting (a lot) with editing and though some of these aren't exactly my taste, i thought i'd still give them a try! after all, adventure does begin at the end of your comfort zone.

i finished reading The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald a couple of months ago and this passage has never left my mind;

"But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the wash-stand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled clothes upon the floor. Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace. For awhile these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy's wing."

such utter perfection.