"I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers. I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air, alive, with closed eyes."
— E.E. Cummings (via petrichour)
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"I can’t think of anything but nights with you."
— Zelda Fitzgerald to Scott Fitzgerald, 1919 (via flowerbrain)
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