There I was… getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden, I didn’t care. What was the point of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do. F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby  (via lovely—delight)
allynewbold:

Frameworks l Photo: Ally Newbold
ravenryu:

Johnny Cash at Folsom prison.

James Dean photographed by Roy Schatt, 1954.
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