why would you black out parts of this wonderful wonderful book you prick
Fitzgerald (forgive me, I may be off by +/- one or two) revised the Great Gatsby at least fourteen times.
Every single word meant something. His sentences are beautiful. No, I’m sorry, his sentences are poetry.
I don’t think Fitzgerald needs your help, you little prick.
And you just had to take your sharpie and fuck with this book
how about I sharpie your face
in fact, how about I sharpie your face and then punch you and then slap you with the book
thus, in summary:
(Source: observando, via cherrylimeade)