mother of pearl, gold and indigo
You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms. ✌ tiffany ✌ 18 ✌ Berlin ✌ red battleship(s)
"Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic 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, by F. Scott Fitzgerald (via adventurecomics)
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