oh my god
Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.
the parallel is uncanny
He has only improved with age. Like a fine wine.
in 100 years.. will it really matter that i didnt do my homework
in a hundred years it wont even matter that you were alive. none of us will matter will will be memories, then the people whose memories we are in will die too and will will fade into pure nothingness.
so i guess i wont do my homework
have you ever been disappointed upon discovering whats for dinner
because i have