All I want to be is very young always and very irresponsible and to feel that my life is my own-to live and be happy and die in my own way to please myself
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Zelda Fitzgerald
Zelda Fitzgerald (/ˈzɛldə fɪtsˈdʒɛrəld/, née Sayre; July 24, 1900 – March 10, 1948) was a novelist, American socialite, and the wife of American author F. Scott Fitzgerald. Born in Montgomery, Alabama, she was noted for her beauty and high spirits, and was dubbed by her husband as "the first American Flapper". She and Scott became emblems of the Jazz Age, for which they are still celebrated. The immediate success of Scott's first novel This Side of Paradise (1920) brought them into contact with high society, but their marriage was plagued by wild drinking, infidelity and bitter recriminations. Ernest Hemingway, whom Zelda disliked, blamed her for Scott's declining literary output, though her extensive diaries provided much material for his fiction. After being diagnosed with manic depression, she was increasingly confined to specialist clinics, and the couple were living apart when Scott died suddenly in 1940. Zelda died 7 years later in a fire at her hospital in Asheville, North Carolina. A 1970 biography by Nancy Milford was on the short list of contenders for the Pulitzer Prize. In 1992, Zelda was inducted into the Alabama Women's Hall of Fame. Her life was dramatized in the 2017 TV series Z: The Beginning of Everythin
She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.’
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…
It’s just sort of a thankful feeling – that I’m alive and that people are glad I am . There’s nothing to say – you know everything about me, and that’s mostly what I think about – I seem always curiously interested in myself, and it’s so much fun to stand off and look at me
Darling heart, our fairy tale is almost ended, and we’re going to marry and live happily ever afterward just like the princess in the tower who worried you so much—and made me so very cross by her constant recurrence — I'm so sorry for all the times I've been mean and hateful — for all the miserable…
And theres always my infinite love—You are a sweet person—the sweetest and dearest of all and I love you as I love my vanished youth— which is as much as a human heart can hold— filled with copper clouds like the after-math of cannon-fire, pre-war, civil-war clouds and I feel all empty and bored and…
You are the only person on earth, Lover, who has ever known and loved all of me — Men love me 'cause I'm pretty — and they're always afraid of mental wickedness — and men love 'cause I'm clever, and they're always afraid of my prettines — One or two have even loved me 'cause I'm lovable, and then of…
I don’t see how you can carry around as much love as I have given you.
Nothing to do but drink and make love.
Nothing to do but drink and make love.
I’m much to proud to care - pride keeps me from feeling half the things I ought to feel.