love me like gatsby loved daisy

I want someone to love me like snape loved lily. like gatsby loved daisy. like heathcliffe loved cathy.  like the phantom loved christine. like humbert loved lolita. like apollo loved daphne. l don’t understand romance. please keep men away from me until I learn

I remember the first time you tried to love me;
You, in your Audrey Hepburn dress,
Who I told you I found quite attractive.
We ate Italian, because, like me, you like Italian.
You fed me an analysis of symbolism of Murakami
That I thought I read off of Google.
And you wore red lipstick because that’s
What classy women who fall in love wear.
Your eyes were a clouded amber,
And your hair dyed jet black, like my ex.
You want to travel to Barcelona, Spain,
Where my public Facebook pictures show I was.
And this planet’s too big, and this town too small
Not to have wanderlust, you say.
Your favorite season’s winter.
Because you love winter landscapes,
Like the snowflake wallpaper on my phone.
I call you everyday.

I remember the second time you tried to love me;
You, in your blue dress,
Which I told you was my favorite color.
(It’s yours too.)
You talked about the latest in deep space explorations
A week after I shared my moon photographs.
And isn’t NASA fascinating?
You told me about a movie you saw,
By my favorite director.
You dreamed of traveling the Nile and seeing Egyptian pyramids.
And you loved the smell of coffee,
Which I smelled like on our first date.
Your blonde roots are showing.
I didn’t call you back.

I remember the first time you loved me;
You wore purple because that’s your favorite color.
And we got breakfast because you love breakfast foods,
Not Italian.
You drank water; coffee makes you sick.
You pointed to some lilies because you love that flower.
And you told me you didn’t think Gatsby really loved Daisy
Because she was a reflection of all the things he wanted;
He was just pretending to be something
To impress her, you say.
And this wasn’t something I found off of Google.
And you mentioned how you never wanted to travel,
Except by boat,
Because airplanes are terrifying.
You hated dresses and how thick makeup feels on your face.
And NASA is interesting, but you’d rather explore the earth.
You were living with me then.

I remember the last time I loved you;
I tried finding cruise ships so we could travel
To Germany because you don’t really care for Spain or Egypt.
And I researched German alcohols because that’s what you liked.
And I wore red because you liked how it brought my eyes to life.
I talked about how fascinating ocean life is
Because you majored in Marine Biology, not Film,
Like you told me on our first date.
Murakami has dust; I read Thoreau.
Your eyes are cerulean,
Completely unlike the dark amber of the coffee I don’t drink.
And you’re gone.
Just like the man who liked Murakami and Italian food.
But I’d sell moonshine for you, sure.

— 

A POEM ABOUT ALL THE TIMES WE TRIED TO LOVE EACH OTHER AND DIDN’T SUCCEED (Submitted to ArtParasites by Jessica Monet)

I want someone to love me like Snape loved Lily, like Gatsby loved Daisy, like Heathcliffe loved Cathy, like the Phantom loved Christine, like Humbert loved Lolita, like Apollo loved Daphne. l don’t understand romance. Please keep women away from me until I learn.
—  Richard Papen

I remember the first time you tried to love me;
You, in your Audrey Hepburn dress,
Who I told you I found quite attractive.
We ate Italian, because, like me, you like Italian.
You fed me an analysis of symbolism of Murakami
That I thought I read off of Google.
And you wore read lipstick because that’s
What classy women who fall in love wear.
Your eyes were a clouded amber,
And your hair dyed jet black, like my ex.
You want to travel to Barcelona, Spain,
Where my public Facebook pictures show I was.
And this planet’s too big, and this town too small
Not to have wanderlust, you say.
Your favorite season’s winter.
Because you love winter landscapes,
Like the snowflake wallpaper on my phone.
I call you everyday.

I remember the second time you tried to love me;
You, in your blue dress,
Which I told you was my favorite color.
(It’s yours too.)
You talked about the latest in deep space explorations
A week after I shared my moon photographs.
And isn’t NASA fascinating?
You told me about a movie you saw,
By my favorite director.
You dreamed of travelling the Nile and seeing Egyptian
pyramids.
And you loved the smell of coffee,
Which I smelled like on our first date.
Your blonde roots are showing.
I didn’t call you back.

I remember the first time you loved me;
You wore purple because that’s your favorite color.
And we got breakfast because you love breakfast foods,
Not Italian.
You drank water; coffee makes you sick.
You pointed to some lilies because you love that flower.
And you told me you didn’t think Gatsby really loved Daisy
Because she was a reflection of all the things he wanted;
He was just pretending to be something
To impress her, you say.
And this wasn’t something I found off of Google.
And you mentioned how you never wanted to travel,
Except by boat,
Because airplanes are terrifying.
You hated dresses and how thick makeup feels on your
face.
And NASA is interesting, but you’d rather explore the earth.
You were living with me then.

I remember the last time I loved you;
I tried finding cruise ships so we could travel
To Germany because you don’t really care for Spain or Egypt.
And I researched German alcohols because that’s what you
liked.
And I wore red because you liked how it brought my eyes to
life.
I talked about how fascinating ocean life is
Because you majored in Marine Biology, not Film,
Like you told me on our first date.
Murakami has dust; I read Thoreau.
Your eyes are cerulean,
Completely unlike the dark amber of the coffee I don’t drink.
And you’re gone.
Just like the man who liked Murakami and Italian food.
But I’d sell moonshine for you, sure.

—  J.M
The Great Gatsby

A note before the review: I read this book for school. Please remember that. Also, let me know if you enjoyed this book. I need some help liking it. too. Like, a lot of it.


Nick: WHY? Why is he sooo ‘unbiased?’ (Citation, an incorrect quote: “I am inclined to reserve judgements… And oh, by the way, Tom is so horrible, he’s a cheater, I LOVE GATSBY’S SMILE) Why does he never do ANYTHING? Why is he low-key (not) in love with Gatsby? Why is he so socially awkward? How did he go to Yale?

Daisy: Show-off. Gold-digger. Drama-lover. “I did love him once - but I loved you too” (pg. 132). Daisy does not pay much attention to her three-year-old daughter. After the ‘love of her life,’ Gatsby dies, she leaves town and only Nick to attend his funeral. Yes, Daisy. I sense a lot of love there.

Tom: Tom is the character with the least amount of calm levels in all the books I’ve ever read. Myrtle borderline insults Daisy by calling her Catholic and begins chanting her name, and her nose gets broken. When he finds out about Gatsby and Daisy’s love, he gets angry because he is allowed to cheat on his family but Daisy is not allowed even to look any other man in the eye. Yes, Tom, very fair.

Gatsby: He is the definition of the American Dream - he built himself up from nothing and has enough money to swim in it. His death represents the death of the American Dream. He is crazily obsessed with bringing back the past and with his idea of Daisy. It’s unhealthy, really. Need I say more?

Jordan: Miss I’m-Too-Cool-For-Everything. A female version of Nick.

I understand that there are other characters in this, like Dr. Eckleburg (I think his eyes represent the eyes of god, which are supposed to see everything), Wilson, Myrtle, and Catharine but I did not feel the need to include them as the story does not revolve much around their actions.


I would appreciate any and all recommendations.

Vol. 3 - Autumn/Winter 2014 [Megan Falley]

Fool

“I hope she grows up to be a pretty little fool. That’s about the best a girl can hope for these days, to be a pretty little fool.”
-Daisy Buchanan

They always ask
how I got so many men
to love me, to line up

like I was the only
speakeasy for miles.
It was simple.

I knew a parlor trick.
Taught the men how to be
ventriloquists, to throw

their voice from another room
and force it out of my own
painted mouth.

I loved you. I love you.
Yes. You, you, you.

I heard Gatsby was shot down
in his swimming pool—the one
built with me in mind:

my white suit, my hair
tucked into a swim cap, splashing
around like his little bird.

I heard when he was shot
it looked like Valentine roses
scattered about the chlorine

and this, too, was for me.
How wretched, and how divine
to love two men and have one

murdered,
so you won’t have
to choose.

Oh, simple flower,
you know you would have 
chosen wrong.

nothingtolose-somuchtoprove  asked:

Hey I really love The Great Gatsby, I've been studying it all year and I think it's a fantastic novel! I love your blog<3 I just wanted to know what your opinion is of the character Daisy Buchanan?:))

Daisy is a very interesting character in my opinion. As a woman of her time period, Daisy is clearly on the high end of the social ladder; she is young, married, beautiful, poised, rich and of course—-Caucasian. This gives her the greatest amount of privilege a woman can hope for in the 1920s.

I feel like Mrs. Buchanan is judge unfairly by the readers of The Great Gatsby. You see, today we live in a time where women have almost the same rights as men (we’re still working on the right and law of equal pay but that’s beside the point), we (as I am undoubtedly a woman) have the right to do and say as we please (as long as it follows the law) and we marry who we wish. Women today are allowed to speak against their husbands and we are even allowed to —wait for it— have opinions. And the best part? We aren’t even expected to get married anymore— sure it’s a social norm but women who choose not to marry are still able to financially support themselves. 

That being said, we all expect far too much from Daisy. We expect her to stand up to her abusive husband and to run off with Jay because we (as readers) that that is what she wants to do. But when we really look into it—Daisy does not have that choice. She doesn’t have the opportunity to stand up to Tom—or even Jay for that matter because in the 1920s women were submissive. We want to be mad at her for not going to Jay’s funeral but in reality, Tom probably didn’t let her. Even still, towards the end of the novel, Daisy didn’t seem too happy with Jay either, especially after they ran into Myrtle.

Gatsby, throughout the book, was extremely obsessive and controlling with Daisy— everything had to be exactly the way he’d dream it to be and as soon as Daisy showed any sign of hesitance, he faltered. He was asking too much of Daisy—not to mention he practically stalked her for years. A lot of people say that his love is so pure and they all wish to one day have someone love them as much as he loved Daisy but honestly— that is borderline creepy. I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone.

Okay—sorry, I had a tangent, anyways— back to Daisy.

A lot of people get mad at Daisy because she had an affair with Jay to begin with— let’s look at that for a second. It almost appears at first glance, that Daisy goes back to Jay 100% willingly because she loves him. That may be true— we do know that Daisy, at one point in her life, loved Gatsby and there is still left over feelings. But if we are also to get mad at her for cheating on her husband, I feel like we are in the wrong. Tom cheated on Daisy several times as we are told through Jordan’s story. He is controlling, manipulative, and less trustworthy than Brutus. While not everyone reads into it this way, I do (and please don’t attack me for this, it’s just a view that I have) I truly feel like part of Daisy’s drive for having an affair came from the fact that it was finally something she could do on her own by her choice. Maybe at first it felt like something she was in control of. Of course on the contrary, one can also say that Jay pressured her into that too.

Since this is getting long and I’m probably not making sense anymore, I’ll summarize my thoughts.

I think Daisy Buchanan is a very interesting character. While we are so eager to blame her for so many things, we also need to take the time to look into the true, underlying cause for her actions. The men around her constantly held her into place and she was not given enough freedom which was against her control. As much as I want to hate her for everything she does at the end of the novel, I simply cannot. I know that her actions are always being influenced by Tom or Jay and instead I sympathize with her because she is never her own person.

I want someone to love me the way Snape loved Lily

 Someone to want me like Jace wanted Clary.

 Someone to miss me like Q missed Margo.

 Someone to joke around with me like Gus did with Hazel

 Someone who will care for me like Peeta cared for Katniss.

Someone who will put aside my imperfections like Magnus done for Alec

Someone who won’t forget me like Gatsby didn’t forget Daisy. 

I want a love story as great as the ones we read in books. 

writersrunt  asked:

If you were to get a tattoo from a book that you have quoted, what quote would it be?

I have thought about this a lot. The main reason I have not got a tattoo of a quote yet is because I can’t decide! Some of the these I have been thinking about, though, are:

1. “beautiful little fool” - Love The Great Gatsby and I lovee F. Scott Fitzgerald. I’ve always loved the quote from the book from Daisy where she says: “I hope she’ll be a fool–that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”

2. “burn burn burn”- this is from On the Road by Jack Kerouac. This is one of my favorite quotes: “They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life afterpeople who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”- LOVEE this one.

3. Recently, I have also considered a quote from Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi. I haven’t actually even read this book yet. But the quote sits so well with me and I think really describes my relationship with books and reading: “I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.” I would only get the bolded part. 

Thanks for the question! Have you guys thought of any tattoo quote ideas?

isthisyourholidayblog replied to your post: If you don’t love Peeta, you are wrong!

I mean I thought the book was about this one girl whats her name? cat? kit? kitness? catness? aww it’s not like she matters right this is just like how fans of books about men spend their time talking about the female side characters…. OH WAIT

Here’s my issue with people who make comments like this….

Does the fact that Katniss Everdeen is one of the best YA heroines ever written, or that Johanna Mason is awesome, or that Effie’s slow characterization is well done or that Mags’ sacrifices are beautiful, make Peeta any less awesome to me? No.

Does the fact that I am a feminist, love books about bad ass heroines mean that I have to stop liking heroes? Should I no longer read Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, the Tempest series and ignore Adrian’s scenes in Bloodlines, because i am a feminist? No.

Also, really? We don’t spend our time talking about Hermione Granger and Annabeth Chase? People don’t love Irene Adler and don’t spend as much time discussing Daisy Buchanon as they do discussing Gatsby himself?

I love Petta Mellark. I love that he isn’t as skilled as Katniss. I love that he uses his charm and use of words to make it through life. I love that he lets Katniss protect him and that she saves him a lot more than he saves her. I like that he gave her bread when she was starving, and that he volunteered so that Hammish didn’t have to. I like that he was willing to die so that he could make sure Katniss lived. Do any of these actions make Katniss any less of a hero? Does it make her any less important or steal the show in some way? Of course not, she is still the girl on fire. 

Honestly friend, get your head out of your ass. Just because I want equality, doesn’t mean I have to start hating men. Just like,wanting diversity doesn’t mean I start hating white people. 

Someone asked me why I like "The Great Gatsby."

I liked my answer well enough that I am reposting it here. ;-) Goodnight, Geeks!

Well many reasons.

1. I love the way F. Scott Fitzgerald uses words. He is my most quoted author. I adore his prose.

2. As a kid who grew up poor, I loved the idea of someone rising to such wealth they could throw Gatsbyesque parties.

3. I love that Daisy and Tom are so damn despicable and yet I do not hate Daisy.

4. Nick Carraway was my first run in with an unreliable narrator. The very notion of it.

5. I love that Gatsby is so romantic, he’s probably a bit insane and should be on some kind of medication. His obsession with Daisy is real and cute and yet delusional and over the top.

6. Fitzgerald made a very modern book for his time. When reading it I could practically taste the 20s and the Jazz age. It is a rhythmic novel, with montage sequences and just a perfect setting of tone.

Obviously it’s not for everyone, but I love it. Do you like “Catcher in the Rye?” It’s my experience that people who like Catcher hate Gatsby. I love Gatsby and cannot stand Catcher.