(Source: unisnewyork, via thatkindofwoman)
I want a Sunday kind of love.
4.14.1987-4.14.2013
Like the wind I make my moan
Howl in the canyon
There’s a hollow in my bones
Make me cry and carry on
Make the foam fly from my tongue
Make me want what I want
Another wayward son
Waiting on oblivion
Waiting on the kingdom come to meet me in my sin
Waiting to be born again
Mother kiss me cheek and chin
Mmm, a little medicine
And then I shed my skin
Let me climb back in the bed you made me in
-“Young Man in America”, Anais Mitchell
I don’t see how you can carry around as much love as I have given you.
—Zelda to Scott, 1919 (via mishproductions)
(Source: fitzgeraldquotes, via thatkindofwoman)
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