holy shit, it's a fucking rainbow.

hellovagina:

The helpless part of trying to do anything about it was that she did it all herself. She was not a girl who could be won in the kinetic sense-she was proof against cleverness, she was proof against charm; if any of these assailed her too strongly she would immediately resolve the affair to a physical basis, and under the magic of her physical splendor the strong as well as the brilliant played her game and not their own. She was entertained only by the gratification of her desires and by the direct exercise of her own charm. Perhaps from so much youthful love, so many youthful lovers, she had come, in self- defense, to nourish herself wholly from within.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Winter Dreams