fuck
“you wanna see my breasts” i say seductively to my boyfriend. i unbutton my shirt to reveal two large, succulent cuts of meat. i am a chicken. why do i have a boyfriend. why am i wearing clothes
r u ever scared to walk past a group of teenagers even though you are also a teenager
r u ever scared to walk past a group of people even though you are also a people
DiCaprio and Mulligan, meanwhile, don’t seem like star-crossed lovers so much as a delusional man in love with a bauble of a woman. Maybe that’s intentional?
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Yeah, that’s sort of the point, fucktards. Daisy represents the delusions of the American dream; Gatsby is the (pseudo-)manifestation of the American dream. Daisy’s gonna fuck whoever gets her the most money, and Gatsby loves her since she represents (what he thinks is) a very real satisfaction in an age of cheap thrills. They’re not “star-crossed lovers” because they’re both being stupid as shit. DUH. (via irresponsiblespelunking) |
i am tired of people and sexism and racism and homopobia and transphobia and ageism and slut shaming and rape culture and twats and the world in general and i’m far too young to be sick of life
