"It feels like somebody took my heart and dropped it into a bucket of boiling tears. And, at the same time, somebody else is hitting my soul in the crotch with a frozen sledgehammer. And then a third guy walks in and starts punching me in the grief bone. And I am crying, and nobody can hear me because I am terribly, terribly, terribly alone." — Michael Scott, Grief Counseling (via clocksinthecity)
What they say:I want someone to love me they way Gatsby loved Daisy.
What they think that means:I want someone to adore me, and go to great lengths to impress me.
What that actually means:I want to symbolized old money and class in somebody's mind, to the point that they wouldn't believe that they'd "made it" until they acquired me, they same way they acquired money and fame. And I want that "love" to be built on a five-year-old memory they had of me, at I time I had everything they never could.
What they actually mean:I didn't understand The Great Gatsby at all lol.