Someone just asked me if The Great Gatsby is my favorite book.
Well.
The Great Gatsby is not so much my favorite book as it is a book that JABS its way into my thought process several times a day whether I like it or not.
The Great Gatsby is that person you’ve tried to break up with a thousand times because you weren’t feeling it anymore, but you’ve been together so long and the sex is just too comfortable that you CAN’T LEAVE.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into The Great effing Gatsby.
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