I just did some calculations and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.
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| — | John Green, Looking for Alaska (via thesubstanceofthought) |
Is it so hard to die, Mr Lewis? Is that labyrinth really worse than this one?
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| — | Looking for Alaska (John Green), pg 152 (via complicationsofinsanity) |
Francois Rabelais. He was a poet. And his last words were I go to seek a Great Perhaps. That’s why I’m going. So I don’t have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps[….]Jesus, I’m not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they’re gonna do. I’m just going to do it. Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. […] You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.
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Alaska John Green, Looking for Alaska (via astridonacid) |
Awful things are survivable, because we are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be. When adults say, ‘Teenagers think they are invincible’ with a sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don’t know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken.
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| — | John Green (via rawbeautyy) |
