CEASELESSLY.

             emerges from my hiding to declare that i have a boyfriend named jay and he took me to a speakeasy themed pub last night

“Please, come with me.” “You’re always number one.” “I can’t do this.” “I won’t let you.” “Maybe I’m just crazy.” “I’m not even sorry.” “Honestly, just stop it.” “I believe in you.” “Don’t be an ass.” “Who were you with?” “Please talk to me.” “I can’t trust you.” “I need you, though.” “Don’t be fucking rude.” “Is that my shirt?” “So, it was you.” “I need to go.” “Just stay with me.” “You can trust me.” “Alright, I love you.” “I’m sorry, but no.” “Will you help me?” “You’re a terrible cook.” “Can you shut up!?” “You love me, right?” “I really need you.” “I don’t love you.” “I’m not doing this.” “I really need you.” “You don’t want me.” “Let me help you.” “You’re such a bitch.” “I can’t do this.” “You think you’re funny?” “Hey, I said stop!” “Will you marry me?” “Wanna go out sometime?” “I don’t want this.” “You always this quiet?” “Are you fucking insane!?” “I don’t want you.” “I’m not wearing that.” “Sorry, were you sleeping?” “This was never right.” “You look really tired.” “I’m out of here.” “You need to go.”

❛  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 then one fine morning —  so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.  ❜

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