Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us once, but that’s no matter. Tomorrow, we will run faster, stretch our arms farther, and one fine morning— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past

— The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via i-am-born-again)

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