moodboard: odette
“The Iliad” (Gr: “Iliás”) is an epic poem by the ancient Greek poet Homer, which recounts some of the significant events of the final weeks of the Trojan War and the Greek siege of the city of Troy (which was also known as Ilion, Ilios or Ilium in ancient times).
classic lit moodboards- The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
↳It was dark now, and as we dipped under a little bridge I put my arm around Jordan’s golden shoulder and drew her toward me and asked her to dinner. Suddenly I wasn’t thinking of Daisy and Gatsby any more, but of this clean, hard, limited person, who dealt in universal skepticism, and who leaned back jauntily just within the circle of my arm. A phrase began to beat in my ears with a sort of heady excitement: “There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired.”
Great Gatsby
(via pre-party)
(via pre-party)
He looked at her the way all girls wanted to be looked at.
MAKE ME CHOOSE: THE GREAT GATSBY or
to kill a mockingbird.His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
MOODBOARD: modern day william darcy
“ i tried so hard to stay away, because you and i don’t make sense. we’re from two different worlds, two totally different backgrounds. despite all that, i’ve fallen most ardently in love with you. ”
MOODBOARD: modern day elizabeth bennet
“ ’it is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife…’
my mom said that to me the other day. what bullshit. ”
classic lit moodboards- Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
↳“Elizabeth’s spirits soon rising to playfulness again, she wanted Mr. Darcy to account for his having ever fallen in love with her. “How could you begin?” said she. “I can comprehend your going on charmingly, when you had once made a beginning; but what could set you off in the first place?”
“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”