Great Gatsby
so its been a couple of months since i first read the great gatsby. and boy oh boy do i have a LOT of feelings about that book!! immediately after finishing the book i watched the movie and i was INCONSOLABLE for the next few hours. i wrote a lot of thoughts and feelings about it in my journal and honestly reading it back, it seems like a great review of the book. so i'll probably post that page here just so tumblr can see how that book absolutely destroyed me. stay tuned fellas
Read the damn thing
maybe I will type this shit up so that your lazy ass can read it better. but can you atleast freak out about Great Gatsby with me, please?
Here's what I wrote.
Gatsby’s dream you see, was flawed. His dream was a human. All his life’s work was done for a human. Years and years of planning and waiting and yearning, all for this one unknowning human. But that’s the fault you see, you cannot worship a human. You just cannot. You cannot take all your hopes and dreams and put them in the feet of another person. No, humans aren’t built like that. The blind faith and worship is where Gatsby failed. He worked hard and built his dream, but that very own dream failed him. He got so engrossed so obsessed with that dream, that other people, the rets of the world, took a backseat. Killing a woman, was not a matter of concern, he only cared about daisy’s feelings. But, a human cannot be relied upon like that. Daisy has her own life, her own human selfishness, her family. Its tragic how certain Gatsby was, because in his eyes he was so close to his dream. That dream was just at his fingertips, a touch away. And leaping too hard, got him death. Humans are not meant to be idolised or worshipped. They should be treated as they are. Like humans.













