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 -
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne ceaselessly into the past.

-The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald (via evocative-eloquence)


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