#a moveable feast

[more-than-tender-curiosity]

Fitzgerald: you ever seen a man so beautiful you want to immortalize him forever?

Hemingway: you ever seen a man so beautiful you want to launch across the table and strangle him then and there?

[emeralddss]

studying at the library and new books <3

[mistandshcdow]

if you ever feel like a flop, just remember that ernest hemingway wanted to fuck f. scott fitzgerald so bad that he shit talked him and called him gay (ironic) in his memoir

[frodothefair]

ALSO I may or may not have drawn parallels in my mind between myself and my mutuals on tumblr and the characters in A Moveable Feast.

Hemingway - me, moody workaholic aspiring writer Hadley - Mr. Nisilë. Supportive and all around great. Will never leave him, tho. *sinks claws into* F. Scott Fitzgerald - @konartiste Because we would totally have a road trip like H&F had from Lyon to Paris and she would totally have a nervous breakdown over being away from Mr. Konartiste for a night and I would have to reassure her that she does not in fact have pneumonia Ezra Pound - @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras Posts lore that is a bit obscure but nonetheless genius and fandom-defining. Just don't go supporting Mussolini. Gertrude Stein - @emmathefanficgal Gives really good feedback, supportive and motherly

I need to figure out who @dilettantefeminist is... Sylvia Beach, maybe? I feel like in another life she may have owned a bookstore. She just has that vibe.

[noptisfinte]

Memento quia pulvis es et in pulverem reverteris

[vessels-for-good-intent]

RIGHT OKAY?? Nick standing at his bedside and Jay just losing all dignity and begging him to come lay under the covers just for a little bit !!!

PLEASE. PLEASE. IF YOU WRITE IT I WILL READ IT. also if you want i can send you that chapter of a moveable feast in pictures (hemingway did not allow scott into his bed)

[hacknyc]

but paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong, nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.

-- Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

[crookedreads]

Perfect haul.