the truest things.

[macroecoslopics]

"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--tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther...and one fine morning--

and so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past"

-f. scott fitzgerald

Comments

[anonymous]

it's so late but so god dman early. my eyes are quitting on me but it's been a while since i've visited your LJ. Towards the bottom of the page you mentioned a song, "Less Than Nothing", by I Hate Myself. Madness. That song has so much meaning to me, way before when I was 15. Quickly i must retire, my stepmother is awake and shall question my late-night motives. Perhaps this summer we can hang and chill and sip booze on rooftops. For now, I must escape. She's coming downstairs. I swear I'm not a fuckin ruthless lush (maybe), I trust you more than I trust him. Sincerely, S. Lnigan