Vintage

Will you still love me, when I'm no longer, young and beautiful?

 

--Vintage PhotoShoot In Honor of the Great Gatsby--

 

 

The sunlight drowned the tears of her yesterdays,

Inviting the freckles and smiles on her face to come out and play.

"We love watching flowers grow, but we often forget to do the same"; she said.

While the heartbeat of life left an imprint in the ink splattered on the pages of the books she read.

 

 

 

"Because Your love is better than life,
                                  my lips will glorify You."

-Psalm 63:3-

 

 

 

 

 

 

This simple verse will always move me.

F.Scott Fitzgerald.

Why? I just want to ask... why? Why did you have to ruin my life?

And by ruin my life, I do mean ruin my life in a Good way.

Because my life was satisfyingly ruined.

 

I loved and hated The Great Gatsby and I think that's thee best reaction you can get from a movie.

I laughed, I cried, I actually didn't literally do either.

But really, it was amazing.

I love Leo and Toby McGuire, they get A pluses in my book.

And I love F. Scott Fitzgerald.

No, I never read the Great Gatsby(I suppose I should do that).

But I know a lot of the quotes( and obviously the main plot ) in the movie was from the book, and I loved the lines and quotes.

In fact, I'll probably end this post with a quote.

Me and my friend Heidi has a Vintage photo shoot before hand and while I have not yet uploaded them all, I'll give you a sneak preview of it from the ones I have on my phone. Also, I think I'll be able to catch up on some blogs today! :) YAY! I've missed having time to read blog posts. Anyways, here are the pictures;

 

"He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself."

 

- F.Scott Fitzgerald

That One Time

Remember that one weekend?

 

The one where we spent a day in which we danced our hearts out on the stage and our family gave us flowers and our friend's clapped? That day where I tried the Butter Pecan Coffee, and went to the cast party where we all went crazy and I interlocked toes with someone and we watched our dances, laughing at our mistakes and getting excited at the parts we nailed? The day where I ate Waffles for Dinner at Perkins with our friends, and then we watched the Goofy Movie and enjoyed the night?

 

Remember the other day in the weekend where we were busy? When we took everything out of the rooms and painted to our hearts content? To where we all were overtired and I actually went to bed early?

 

But then, remember how that day turned into Memorial Day? A Monday. In which I woke up, and did some more cleaning, and moved things into my "new" bedroom. In which, we made a run to Taco Bell for lunch and talked about silly things. In which, we ate hamburgers and hotdogs for dinner. That day, where we then walked around DownTown St.Pete. Where the sky was pink and orange and happy for us, and the wind kindly blew our hair our of our faces. The day where I had my lovely expresso shake that tasted like Heaven in a cup. When the ships were docked, the flowers decorated the paths, the statues were headless, the grass was green, and we had company, and friends, and the comfort of remembering and singing the Cheetah Girls because we could.

 

Yeah, that was a good weekend.

 

 

 

 

So, my week is terribly busy.

 I apologize, because I'm definitely not going to be able to keep up with everyone's blogs.

I will do my best to catch up when I find time.

But this weekend was awesome,

it was a weekend to remember.

 

And this week will be busy, fun filled, and  awesome as well.

Thank-you, Summer.