Oh my twitchy, witchy girl. I think you are so nice. I give you bowls of porridge. I give you bowls of ice… cream. I give you lots of kisses. I give you lots of hugs. But I never give you sandwiches with grease and worms and mung… beans.
“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… And one fine morning - So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
The Great Gatsby (2013) dir. Baz Luhrmann