"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 - to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther … And one fine morning —-"
"He must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about…like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
"There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams — not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
they come not like whirlwinds but like lingering ghosts, floating in and out of your life, leaving you a different person in the subtlest of ways
and this, ladies and gentleman, is what happens when you read oscar wilde.
i have recently realized that
summer makes me a romantic. people float in and out of my life, just long enough to leave a taste yet not satisfy, enough to catch a mere glimmer of their essence and nothing more. enough to leave only an ideal. only enough to dream about. enough time to mold every interaction into a representation of some ideal character trait, and not enough for any glaring flaws to reveal themselves. everything remains shallow, beautiful, and endearing.
life slows to a crawl, and there’s time to do nothing but sit and daydream. there’s time to read fantastic books filled with other worlds and fictional people and pretty words.
you don’t have to be practical anymore, or focus only on those around you. you have time to raise your standards, to let your mind wander.
may your mind find peace and happiness in the summertime, for it will never truly find complete satisfaction.
it ends not with a bang but with a whisper
it ends with a sad smile, a tiny wave, a shadow of passion and a tinge of regret.
you come in like a whirlwind, staying just long enough for me to fall hopelessly in love, but short enough to remain an untarnished ideal. just enough time for me to analyze each moment into a representation some abstract concept, each becoming an atom that together make up perfection.
sexy. cute. intelligent. worldly. nerdy. passionate. curious.
bookworm. photographer. blonde. blue-eyed. electrical engineer. masters student.
the winning-est combo.
everything that my real life prince should be, and nothing that makes you human.
may i forget you as quickly as you came into my life, so that I may be satisfied and content and not left wanting.
because your memory stands so high upon that pedestal that no one—no one real—could live up to it.
i like stories that humanize people. c’mon baby, tell me something that shows me you’re more than just a pretty face.
beast mode at starbucks with my 3 cups of zen green tea and peppermint mocha, phoenix album on spotify, and a stack of 10 old exams.
bring it.
