thepreppyfox:

“Do you still smell of pencils and sometimes of tweed?”

— Zelda Fitzgerald to F. Scott Fitzgerald, fall 1930, letter from Prangins Clinic, Nyon, Switzerland. Ten years into the pair’s troubled marriage, Zelda suffered a breakdown and spent time in hospitals in Europe. This line, which I recently saw cited by Rachel Syme, is as melancholy as it sounds, part of a correspondence between the two that included Fitzgerald writing “We ruined ourselves–I have never honestly thought that we ruined each other.”  (via putthison)