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came from the booze and the fags generation and prayed for the mayhem to start. puppet on a string. drowning in happiness. diving into bliss with the best companion. ragged boy who races with the wind. little soldier catching butterflies.
My God,” he gasped, “you’re fun to kiss. F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is The Night (via faithofthefaithless)
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