modern aesthetics: the great gatsby by f. scott fitzgerald

there is still a light across the way, and the lights of his home still shine long into the night, bodies massing through his own halls, whispering his name, tales of a war, and a man without a past.

it’s a dream they live in, and it’s only Eckerberg that sees the gunshots and men built upon lies. they’ll believe it to be beauty, it’s only the eyes that know that the dream was dead long before 1918.

at some point, all that changes is gatsby’s names for nick and terms for such a man, especially after the latter finally elaborated on the meanings of ‘bae’ and ‘shade.’ for example.

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2/100 days of productivity 

today i’m working on african american history! i finished writing my essay on our first text and i’m now reading and annotating “they say”, a book about ida b. wells and the reconstruction of race. i’m trying out a new annotation system with my new staedtler fineliners, and so far it’s working out wonderfully! i’m wish the best of luck to everyone! 

shout out to @emmastudies for the beautiful desktop background!