— In a letter from Zelda Fitzgerald to F. Scott Fitzgerald (via fuckingcamilla)
Nigel, New Orleans’ finest umbrella pole dancer. And Issy’s first crawfish.
THE NATIONAL | I Need My Girl
I can’t get my head around it
I keep feeling smaller and smaller
I need my girl
When I was in the Army we called these, “Aviator Helmet Bags.” Insulated, they kept a thermos of joe hot and a six of beer cold. I paid 10 pounds of coffee to a WO-2 for mine. Carried it thru college as a book bag. It has a big stain from Take Away Chinese but man it’s got character.
Why? - Good Friday
I wake up hung over on a hardwood floor
From a dream about how your dress
Hangs off of your little breasts
I’d rather be dead than call this song
“How I lost your respect” but god bless or get neglected
And I’ll see you when the sun sets east, don’t forget me.