You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you.

“Goofy, my darling, hasn’t it been a lovely day? I woke up this morning and the sun was lying like a birthday parcel on my table so I opened it up and so many happy things went fluttering into the air; love to Doo-do and the remembered feel of our skins cool against each other in other mornings” -  (Zelda to Scott, 1930)

 “You phoned me tonight - I walked on those telephone wires for two hours after holding your love like a parasol to balance me.”  (Zelda to Scott, 1930)

 “Why should graves make people feel in vain? Somehow I can’t find anything hopeless in having lived - All the broken columns and clasped hands and doves and angels mean romances - and in an hundred years I think I shall like having young people speculate on whether my eyes were brown or blue … I hope my grave has an air of many, many years ago about it - Isn’t it funny how, out of a row of Confederate soliders, two or three will make you think of dead lovers and dead loves”  (Zelda to Scott, 1919)

 - Zelda Fitzgerald & F. Scott Fitzgerald’s love letters

I needed to see you. I needed to release the bundle of hatred I had towards you and I did.

I saw you and even though you grinned like you were fine, you weren't.

You were as miserable as you forever will be and I'll still be here, realiazing I never cared in the first place.

You cannot touch me, you were made up by me,

You will die out without me.

longing

fluttering her bristly black lashes as swiftly as butterflies' wings. margaret mitchell