What whiskey will not cure, there is no cure for.
Irish proverb (via shouldmaybebutshornt)
reblogged from shouldmaybebutshornt
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.
Zelda to Scott, 1931 (via fitzgeraldquotes)
reblogged from deeplyyours
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