Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. And one fine morning, so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
It all just makes sense if you read the book…
Clear your mind here
omg does anyone else act high when they’re really sleepy
“No other family does so much for love, or feels so much guilt for it." [insp]
"How great"… not.