"He must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
nice, is it from The Great Gatsby?
8/10 since I have high standards and nothing gets a ten/ten in my book....nothing.
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-my three favorite emotes ^^ (besides that one...)