She likes being around other people; she just isn’t particularly comfortable talking to them. She supposes that she is some variety of voyeur, enjoying the spectacle, breathing in the atmosphere, while experiencing uneasiness when asked to become part of it. None of this makes her unhappy. The life of a wallflower, she often thinks, is not such a terrible life.
Whitney Otto (via misswallflower)
In his blue gardens, men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via moldavia)(Source: sleepinginthesnow, via moldavia)
