{ Lover on my mind }

"You look so cool .. You always look so cool. The man in the cool beautiful shirts.." M!A Status: None. Tracking: foolishreverie

[foolishreverie]

oh my shit

ooc;

how long has it fucking been since I've been here omg.  hi.

[dicaprio-movies]

"Green light at the end of your dock."

[wouldyousingalong]

i’m not yours - a great gatsby fanmix (2/3)

01. i’m not yours - angus and julia stone [i'm not yours anymore / light me up a cigarette and put it in my mouth / you’re the only one that wants me around / and i can think of a thousand reasons why]

02. the girl - city and colour [i wish i could do better by you / 'cause it's what you deserve]

03. i belong to you / mon coeur s’ourve a toi - muse [i can’t find the words to say / they’re overdue / i've traveled half the world to say / i belong to you] 

04. under the sheets - ellie goulding [in here we’re frozen / where did the people go? / my hands are empty / you’re not the answer / i should know]

05. little black submarines - the black keys [i should’ve seen it glow / but everybody knows / that a broken heart is blind]

06. i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys [secrets i have held in my heart / are harder to hide than i thought / maybe i just wanna be yours]

07. bedroom hymns - florence + the machine [such selfish prayers and i can’t get enough / i can’t get enough / i’m not here looking for absolution / because i found myself an old solution]

08. poison and wine (live) - the civil wars [i don’t have a choice / but i’d still choose you / oh i don’t love you / but i always will]

09. i can’t make you love me - julien mueller and julie fournier [morning will come / and i’ll do what’s right / just give me till then / to give up this fight ] 

10. flapper girl - the lumineers [i’ve been gone but you’re still my lady and / i need you at home / cause if you ain’t behind my door / then i ain’t got a home anymore]

[foolishreverie]

{ I miss Jay .. ; ^ ; <3 }

[verdantradiance]

Character Songs - Daisy Buchanan

↳ “Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up,”) Florence + The Machine

"The looking glass, so shiny and new.

How quickly the glamour 

                                          f a d e s .

                      I start spinning, slipping  o u t  o f   t i m e

Was that the 

                               w r o n g   p i l l   t o   t a k e ?

Raise it up! 

     You made a deal and now it seems you have to

                                                                          { o f f e r  u p ! }

But will it [ e v e r ]  be enough?

Raise it up! Raise it up!

                                                                   (It’s not enough.)

                                                             Raise it up! Raise it up!

                                                                H e r e   I    a m ;

 a    rabbit-hearted girl — frozen in the headliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiights;

It seems I’ve made

                                 the 

                                       f i n a l   s a c r i f i c e .

                                                  We raise it up.

                                                   This offering.

                                                    We raise it up!

                      This is a  g i f t !

                           It comes with a 

                                                p r i c e !

                      Who is the 

                                    [ l a m b ]

                                   and who is the [ k n i f e ? ]

Midas is king and he holds me so tight; 

                         and turns me to gold in the sunlight! 

                                                • • • •

Raise it up! Raise it up!

                              and in the spring — :

I shed my skin, and it (blows a w a y with the changing wind.)

                                       The waters turn

                              from blue to red 

                                As towards the   s k y  I offer it.”

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Daisy Buchanan,the golden girl. A breathless warmth flowed from her. A promise that there was no one else in the world she so wanted to see.

[foolishreverie]

Jay Gatsby & Daisy Buchanan           " .. and I just let myself go ." 

[wolfzzbane]

The Great Gatsby + Scenery

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Five years this November.

The words ghosted hauntingly into his ears as though from a dream long-since disregarded, though they had been only spoken several weeks before.  How fascinating it was, then, to perceive.  Only weeks ago they had stood stiffly before each other, like strangers on a bus — and now, the past flooded them and lifted them into the clouds. Gatsby’s grand dream was fulfilling itself at last, after five long years. It was such a feeling of liberation, one that was felt maybe once in a man’s lifetime, if at all. At last again, he would hold this girl in his arms — touch her, smell her, hear her, taste her:  take her in completely with all of his senses — and guiding her across that floor brought this into perspective. At last, he was getting what he truly had ever wanted. Her. This girl. His flower, his inspiration, his love. And, by god, this time he wouldn’t let it slip through his fingers like water.. This time, he was solidify it until he could grip and hold onto it. "This — all of this, my sweet Daisy — this is all for you.. If only you knew.”

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Hitches of breath blew from Jay's mouth wafted softly across her features, her brown hues flicking softly upwards to his closed ones. Curling her fingers slightly against the fabric of his sweater, Daisy released a quiet sigh - a happy breath - feeling content.   Her heart skipped -  ".. as you say .. many times.." she began, ".. I'm so touched whenever you say so.."  Daisy moved slightly closer to his frame, his scent tickling against her nose - something rich, it smelled fresh, like the breezes near the bay. Like the sky and the stars.. and she closed her eyes, rocking along with him.  Jay's warmth was ever so comforting, and hearing his voice - his voice, so, so handsome. So charming, how it would hitch and go up an octave, plummet downwards when upset. And the clangs of laughter that erupted from his chest when he did so - yes, everything about Jay was oh, so perfect. Right now to the bright blue hues of his eyes.  Perfect, perfect, Gatsby.

[foolishreverie]

I still just ".. but you are mistaken! For I am the-" 

"-mysterious, Mr. Gatsby." 

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Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds - Stay Or Leave

Remember we used to dance And everyone wanted to be you and me

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Allowing himself to acquiesce to the comforting darkness that hid underneath closed eyelids, Jay placed a hand gently at her back — careful, as if each bone shielded underneath clothing and flawless, porcelain skin would shatter with the first wrong or brutish caress. He was very suddenly surrounded and engulfed by her scent, and it lulled him into utter sense of almost childish contentment. Yes, this.. this was good. Just as he had envisioned it to be.

With a cheekbone resting against the soft golden-locks of her mane, Jay held her close to himself, at first allowing them only the music of their own moving feet before he had begun to hum his own slow tune, hand holding her own close against his pectoral — above his beating heart — as he moved her gracefully, languidly about the empty room.  Words, to him, had suddenly become completely and entirely unnecessary.

[foolishreverie]

The gentle humming and feather touches of his fingertips made Daisy's heart skip - the quiet lulling and movements to her own frame were whispers, as if the atmosphere were clouds.  Gentle, murmuring, clouds. Daisy released a quiet breath, and closed her eyes, moving her head slightly against his, his breathing quiet in her own ear. Jay's warmth radiated off onto her skin - the goosebumps disappearing as her shoulders relaxed.  Dancing had never been her forte', for it made her awkward, tripped over her feet - but here, moving side to side, was what she adored. Jay took his time, easy steps, gliding gently into her comfort zone, and she allowed him in. 

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[foolishreverie]

{ i juST GIVE UP } ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

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[foolishreverie]

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[foolishreverie]

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[foolishreverie]

❤❤❤❤❤ { >:U }

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[foolishreverie]

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Blinking, a barely-visible smirk plastered upon the one corner of his mouth, Gatsby reached forward rather slowly, smoothly — as if he were having moments of tentative hesitance with every half an inch that his hands progressed towards her. Interlacing then his fingers into the spaces between her own, Jay brought the golden-haired human seraph’s feminine, lithe form to his own.

"Care to dance, miss Fay?” he inquired, voice like velvet into her ear — purposefully disregarding her current surname. 

[foolishreverie]

Thoughts upon admiration had come to a halt, and Mrs. Buchanan's hues traveled over, making contact with a lighter shade of blue. Offering a small smile and squeezing Jay's hand softly, she nodded -  "I would be most happy to." she murmured, shivering lightly against the sweet breath upon her face. Daisy placed her free hand upon his chest, the touch of his sweater like cotton to her fingertips. Oh, dear..

[foolishreverie]

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[pocus]

There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.