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Maybe I’m getting tired – I can’t think of anything but nights with you. I want them warm and silvery.
- Zelda Fitzgerald, “Letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald,” May 1919
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I was one. Now we are two.

I could confess to killing my father and burying his body underneath the White House in the About Me section, and I would still sleep like a baby tonight. Because seriously, who ever reads this shit.

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