My dear, I think of you always and at night I build myself a warm nest of things I remember and float in your sweetness till morning.
— Zelda Fitzgerald, letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald, mid-November 1931 (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
kevinpeterson asked: Well, in that case, I better send you a question here.
Yes, send me questions and love here! Please! I’m needy.