A lonely Fitzgerald wrote this card to himself
I'm a star! And the audience loves me, and I love them, and they love me for loving them, and I love them for loving me. And we looove each other. And that's because none of us got enough love in our childhoods. And that's showbiz, kid.
Ask me things, say things, send love letters etc
May 10, 2012
May 6, 2012
“Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald
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March 28, 2012
"I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder."
— Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald (via bisous-a-tous)
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January 31, 2012
“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald - On the subject of his wife, Zelda
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December 2, 2011
Fitzgerald, 1917; Hemingway, 1918.
Daniel Radcliffe could pass as a young Fitzgerald, no?
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November 13, 2011
Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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