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There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

(Source: makeanewstart)

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notcanonyet:

I demand an answer.

oh my fucking god

are you fucking kidding me

#WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU EVEN DO TO FIND THE FIRST ONE #DID YOU TYPE ‘GRUMPY-LOOKING OTTER REACHING HAND THROUGH GLASS’ INTO GOOGLE #HUH#DID YOU

Because of the magic and power of Google, typing the phrase “DID YOU TYPE ‘GRUMPY-LOOKING OTTER REACHING HAND THROUGH GLASS’ INTO GOOGLE” will soon and forevermore result in both of these photos turning up at the top of the Image Search results. 

(It already works on the web search aspect of Google.)

I love you all.

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