Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I’m glad for that.
written by Ally Condie, Matched

fuckyourhipsterurl asked: for owen - besides gatsby whats your favorite piece by fitzgerald? Im almost finished w/ this side of paradise and need suggestions as to which to tackle next

on booze—it’s a collection of some of his short stories. i really like it. it has “the crack up” and “sleeping and waking” which are two of my all time favorites. tender is the night is fantastic as well. i’d suggest picking up a huge volume of short stories and reading through it, they’re all beautiful

People ought to have some regard for helpless things.
written by Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

I feel far away from her. It’s hard to make her understand.
written by F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Think for one minute of those who have loved you up into this day.
written by John Green

So considering how much we post about The Great Gatsby and post quotes from The Great Gatsby I figured I should talk about the movie, which I saw a few hours ago.

I would leave this to Owen but I told him he shouldn’t see it because it’s too terrible.

It was actually really sad, because the sets and the costumes and the soundtrack were all beautiful, and I thought that the acting was wonderful as well. However - the way the scriptwriter/s chose to adapt the plot and story was horrendous. There was an unbelievable amount of emphasis on one or two symbols - the green light and gold - and nothing else. There was no allusion and no subtlety, and as an audience member I felt that I was being forced (albeit unsuccessfully) to feel one emotion or another. A larger plot was constructed to account for Nick’s telling of the story, which was entirely unnecessary and almost condescending.

In summary, the movie was so bad it made me angry and I don’t recommend it to anyone for any reason.

— Jessie

I was trying to describe you to someone a few days ago. You don’t look like any girl I’ve ever seen before.

I couldn’t say “Well she looks just like Jane Fonda, except that she’s got red hair, and her mouth is different and of course, she’s not a movie star…”

I couldn’t say that because you don’t look like Jane Fonda at all.

I finally ended up describing you as a movie I saw when I was a child in Tacoma Washington. I guess I saw it in 1941 or 42, somewhere in there. I think I was seven, or eight, or six.

It was a movie about rural electrification, a perfect 1930’s New Deal morality kind of movie to show kids. The movie was about farmers living in the country without electricity. They had to use lanterns to see by at night, for sewing and reading, and they didn’t have any appliances like toasters or washing machines, and they couldn’t listen to the radio. They built a dam with big electric generators and they put poles across the countryside and strung wire over fields and pastures.

There was an incredible heroic dimension that came from the simple putting up of poles for the wires to travel along. They looked ancient and modern at the same time.

Then the movie showed electricity like a young Greek god, coming to the farmer to take away forever the dark ways of his life. Suddenly, religiously, with the throwing of a switch, the farmer had electric lights to see by when he milked his cows in the early black winter mornings. The farmer’s family got to listen to the radio and have a toaster and lots of bright lights to sew dresses and read the newspaper by.

It was really a fantastic movie and excited me like listening to the Star Spangled Banner, or seeing photographs of President Roosevelt, or hearing him on the radio “… the President of the United States… “

I wanted electricity to go everywhere in the world. I wanted all the farmers in the world to be able to listen to President Roosevelt on the radio….

And that’s how you look to me.

written by Richard Brautigan, Revenge of the Lawn

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary
written by Margaret Atwood

No summer ever came back, and no two summers ever were alike. Times change, and people change; and if our hearts do not change as readily, so much the worse for us.
written by Nathaniel Hawthorne

A man with a beard was always a little suspect anyway. You couldn’t say you wore a beard because you liked a beard. People didn’t like you for telling the truth. You had to say you had a scar so you couldn’t shave.
written by John Steinbeck