my friend has a shirt that says “i want to f. scott fitzgerald”
Gatsby wanted to start a film project about his love for Daisy…
…but it never got GREENLIGHTED
ain’t no party like a jay gatsby party ‘cause a jay gatsby party ends in homicide
A letter from Zelda Fitzgerald to F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Goofy, my darling, hasn’t it been a lovely day? I woke up this morning and then sun was lying like a birth-day 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 like a school-mistress. And you ‘phoned and said I had written something that pleased you and so I don’t believe I’ve ever been so heavy with happiness. The moon slips into the mountains like a lost penny and the fields are black and pungent and I want you so near so that I could touch you in the autumn stillness even a little bit like the last echo of summer. The horizon lies over the road to Lausanne and the succulent fields like a guillotine and the moon bleeds over the water and you are not so far away that I can’t smell your hair in the drying breeze. Darling — I love these velvet nights. I’ve never been able to decide whether the night was a bitter enemie or a “grand patron” — or whether I love you most in the eternal classic half-lights where it blends with day or in the full religious fan-fare of mid-night or perhaps in the lux of noon — Anyway, I love you most and you ‘phoned me just because you ‘phoned me to-night — I walked on those telephone wires for two hours after holding your love like a parasol to balance me. My dear —
(from Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda)
‘Goofy, my darling,
Oh God I love them so much
The Great Gatsby nail art.
I think this is what a heart attack feels like.