The Great Gatsby was awe inspiring. And though it’s only a piece of literature, It doesn’t mean that it can’t give me some kind of hope. Gatsby and Daisy were apart for 5 years and found each other again. And though this is a modern form of prohibition, and i’ve been bootlegging my emotions to others, I can only hope that she’s out there still, in the orbit of my ambition. Because i’m right where she left me, waiting for her to come right back around again. Kind of like the how the earth needs the sun to survive, and how it feels the warmth of another that’s millions of miles away. I’m living in very much the same way.
“how did your internet addiction start?”
this is so accurate i could cry
good body day.