I was not expecting that ending.
what the fuck just happened
they fucking wrecked did u not see
I want someone to love me the way Gatsby loved Daisy.
Raw, unfiltered, passionate, angry, grasping love.
Someone who would count each time a light flashed before his eyes, for five years, knowing and never loosing hope that he would one day find me again.
Someone who would protect me at all…
i don’t get why you wouldn’t like gatsby because it was so beautiful like stop
"No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store upon his ghostly heart."
“I hope she’ll be a fool — that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world…”
Summer can’t come quickly enough. I can’t handle one more day of coming home at 6 o’ clock in the evening and then sitting around feeling tired, but too mentally awake to give in to sleep. I am plagued by my own mind. I should be studying for finals, but what am I doing? Thinking. It’s such a tragedy. I almost feel as though I have ADD. When I am emotionally disturbed, I cannot function properly. I care far too much about trivial things. I’m fairly certain I have listened to Lana Del Rey’s Young and Beautiful enough times to be absolutely tired of it, yet whenever it isn’t playing through a sound system, it’s playing in the internal radio implanted in my mind that plays ceaselessly, night and day. I can’t escape this prison inside myself. I keep seeing visions of Gatsby and Daisy near that tree, and the green light out across the bay. I keep seeing the candles illuminating the mansion and Gatsby holding onto Daisy when she says she doesn’t want to go home and Gatsby telling her she doesn’t have to.
a musical entitled “may, senior year” filled with hits such as:
“i never knew you wanted to join the military”
“why are you getting married”
“that’s an awful tattoo”
“what am i doing for the rest of my life”
“how will i afford deodorant in college”
“why can’t i graduate already”
“why can’t i graduate already (reprise): why am i graduating already”