Maybe you won’t understand this, but sometimes when I miss you most, it’s hardest to write — and you always know when i make myself — Just the ache of it all — and I can’t tell you. If we were together, you’d feel how strong it is — you’re so sweet when you’re melancholy.
- Zelda Fitzgerald to Scott Fitzgerald, March 1919 (via weepling)
It’s everybody, I mean. Everything everybody does is so — I don’t know — not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless and — sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you’re conforming just as much only in a different way.
- Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger (via weepling)