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yo fuck anyone who doesn’t want you in their life and fuck anyone who treats you bad and fuck anyone who breaks your heart because they’re all fuckin losers and they’re definitely not worth your time because your time is precious and the only people who deserve it are people who treat you right and are nice and don’t lie to you and buy you ice cream.
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So carstairsangel asked me why I liked The Great Gatsby so much, and I thought, if I’m going to commit to a reply, i’m going to commit whole-heartedly and do my favorite novel some justice, so here is why I love it so much, hopefully you might get an understanding after my thoughts. (:
The Great Gatsby is soaked with spectacle and kinetic emotion, dreamily miraculous, and saturated with characters longing for the unattainable. Gatsby has created an identity based on who he wishes he was, in an attempt to eradicate everything that he is. It is in the attainment of his lost love that he believes he can find peace - that if that indefinable, elusive item could somehow be reacquired, everything would be perfect again. (Can’t repeat the past? …Why, of course you can!), Gatsby is a period piece but is universal and immortal in its rumination of themes, virtues, sin, principle and ideology. There is no peace to be had. Because Daisy, like the false-version of himself that he presents to the world; like the green light that haunts him off-shore across West Egg bay, is nothing more than a self-created illusion. A portrait of an impossible moment in time. Gatsby is a contradiction of a character (a character in a character) and there is no other like him in all of literature. Aching, naïve obstinate optimism, in a grown-up shell. He has a false and fractured vision of himself, caught in a grasping adolescent understanding of love and life he is destined to capture a trustingly innocent and ultimately false end, and yet Gatsby is stunning, and the novel is made from the stuff of wonder. Each line is drenched and inundated in lyrical poetry, with a narrator that assures you he never judges, and is the only honest man he knows, while continually lying to you, and judging – and pre-judging, and second-guessing everyone. None of the characters are likeable, and in this way Fitzgerald challenges convention and condemns vapid recklessness, greedy vanity and all shallow interaction with protagonists that are aggressively careless and terrible to each-other. We enjoy everything the characters are not. Like the mythic American dream, it offers an irresistible lure, begging us to return to it’s machinations and refusing to release us from the spell of it’s illusion no matter how flawed. Gatsby gives and gives his entire life, never participating in his legendary parties or drinking his star-besprinkled champagne or mingling with his guests, (he is within and without, a part of, but apart of) and never even enjoys his empire of excess and melioration, or uses any of his mansion’s amenities, (he is swept with marvel at the sight of it all, as if for the first time when Daisy visits his house, revaluing his possessions worth in accordance to the response it elicits from her well-loved eyes,) It is all for her. And yet the one time Gatsby does ask for something, he wants too much, and ultimately that imperfection is what leads to his failing. It is his vice, every man’s vice, and history has judged that as the novel’s brilliance. When Gatsby dies, all his friends die with him – he has nothing left to give, and so they have nothing left to take. It is not a fast-paced book to be burned through in a summer day, it is not a particularly humorous book, nor is it ever crass or brusque. But it is intelligent and dripping with charm, relentlessly captivating, compelling, enchanting, and magnetic; for those that read carefully. It is beautiful without ever being cruel. It is timeless; a well-worn fairy-tale for the adult world. About a scared little boy dressed up in a tough guy suit, and about the lengths a man will go to achieve his dreams, to the destruction of all else.
And by the end, Gatsby finally gets to use his pool.
(P.S When you find out his real name is James Gatz. aka Jimmy G. I stared down at the page for a couple seconds going whatttttt theeeeee fuckkkkkkk)
34. Listening to?
The xx - Heart Skipped a Beat
52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?
I think they’re EXTREMELY cheesy up until the EXACT moment you force me to sit down and watch one, and then I will usually end up enjoying it. But shut up that’s just our secret. Les Mis was good.
77. Ever been in love?
Not fully, not entirely, not without restraint.
6. What are you excited for?
All the miraculous people I haven’t met yet.
20. Are you starting to realize anything?
No one walks out of your life forever. No-one. If you try to cut connections, people hold on. That’s wonderful and I didn’t know that.
37. Do you believe in love at first sight?
I believe in like at first sight.
71 has been answered!
74. What is your favorite book?
The Great Gatsby probably. It’s just perfection. Anyone that says it’s boring doesn’t understand it
85. Are you patient?
I can’t even wait for my two minute noodles
1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?
I probably would, yeah.
3. Have you taken someones virginity?
Yes
11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?
I thought really hard about this one, and I came up with two.
16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?
I change every day.
26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?
Nah, It’s actually closer to brunette at the moment.
71. Can you curl your tongue?
Can do all the tricks with the tongue
95. Favourite food?
pizzapizzapizzapizza
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I just want a mindblowingly destructive, all-consuming, rampagingly disobient, radically unstable, ecstatically gratifying, half part pain, half part pleasure, gasping-for-air room-breaking relationship.
Is that too much to ask for?
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