Wednesday, May 15, 2013

"all of these soft, warm nights going to waste when i ought to be lying in your arms under the moon - the dearest arms in all the world- darling arms that i love so to feel around me - how much longer before they'll be here to stay? when i do get home again, you'll certainly have a most awful time ever moving one inch from me" -zelda to scott, 1919

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