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.
Edited from the clearfile art that is a Japan-only bonus (just casually ignore the errors ok). Use however you’d like, no credits needed (unless you want to let people know you weren’t responsible for how bad the editing is lol)
I came here from Romania when I was 12 years old. I had an accent. High school was tough a little bit for a few years. I wanted to fit in. I wanted to be liked. I wanted to be good-looking. I wanted to be popular. I spent a lot of time thinking,‘What are these people going to think of me?’