“Gatsby, he had a grand vision for his life since he was a boy.No amount of fire could challenge the fairy tale he had stored up in his heart.”
‘New York, 1922. The tempo of the city had changed sharply. The buildings were higher. The parties were bigger. The morals were looser and the liquor was cheaper. The restlessness, approached hysteria.’ - The Great Gatsby (2013)
I am sorry for the lack of posting lately, I’ve been busy. I hope you guys are having a lovely day!
See, but… that’s bullshit. That’s what everyone has been telling me since the beginning. “Oh, you’re gonna be okay,” and “Oh, everything’s fine,” and like, it’s not… It makes it worse… that no one will just come out and say it. Like, “hey man, you’re gonna die.”