Zelda goes up to the counter and orders a drink all by herself. Her husband and Ernest Hemingway panic and have her removed from the Starbucks. The barista picks up her drink and tastes it. It is delicious.
in honor of the 90th anniversary of The Great Gatsby, why not stop quoting lines Fitzgerald probably plagiarized from his wife anyway and spend some time googling how Fitzgerald plagiarized from his wife and was a massively abusive dick in general (intentionally [seriously he had a SYSTEM] triggered her schizophrenic [possibly bipolar] episodes, made her have an affair so he could research it and then put her under house arrest when she tried to leave him, blamed her for literally everything that went wrong with his life while at the same time personally striving to crush her dreams of writing and dancing, absolutely refused to grant her a divorce despite her YEARS of petitioning for one, and many other easily google-able horrors)
also consider that it’s just kind of a shitty book like jfc Gatsby is based on HIM Gatsby is a self-insert he is Gatsby and Daisy is his wife/another woman who pissed him off and there is literally a scene in this book where the narrator YELLS TEARFULLY THAT THE AUTHOR’S SELF-INSERT IS THE BEST AND ONLY DECENT PERSON IN THE BOOK
I mean can we just stop calling this the great American novel please this man is a fucking embarrassment
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self-respect and it’s these things I’d believe in even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be…
I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.
F. Scott Fitzgerald about future wife Zelda Sayre, in a letter to a friend, 1920
Goodnight dear. If you were in my bed it might be the back of your head I was touching, where the hair is short, or it might be up in the front where it makes little caves above your head. But wherever it was, it would be the sweetest place, the sweetest place.