“Your life isn’t a work of art - it’s a thirdhand Victorian whatnot shelf, complete with someone else’s collection of seashells and hand-carved elephants.” — Kurt Vonnegut
Among my favourite things to think about.
“Perhaps one never seems so much at one’s ease as when one has to play a part.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Why do I like him so much…
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Watch me spit, classic lit, epic poems that don’t rhyme.
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On Gatsby
“Unlike Gatsby and Tom Buchanan, I had no girl whose disembodied face floated along the dark cornices and blinding signs, and so I drew up the girl beside me, tightening my arms.”—
Nick Carraway in The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Chekhov, with an embarrassed grin stroked his little beard and mumbled some indistinct answer. Tolstoy, gazing out to sea, said, “I was a tireless fuck."
— Maksim Gorky, Recollections of Tolstoy (via grigoriiatticus)
“Why don’t you shake your hands with your devil, Ramsay, and change this foolish life of yours? Why don’t you, just for once, do something inexplicable, irrational, at the devil’s bidding, and just for the hell of it? You would be a different man.”
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Maybe I’ll be Gatsby this week..
Jay Gatsby from F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby
“He had one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced, or seemed to face, the whole external world for an instant and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself.”

