June 24, 1927: Cheer up— Nobody is ever going to be like we think they are— The only consolation I know is that my intuitions are always wrong. I cling to it desperately—
With great devotion and disloyalty,
Zelda
(Source: fitzgeraldist)
June 24, 1927: Cheer up— Nobody is ever going to be like we think they are— The only consolation I know is that my intuitions are always wrong. I cling to it desperately—
With great devotion and disloyalty,
Zelda
(Source: fitzgeraldist)