The weird thing about houses is that they almost always look like nothing is happening inside of them, even though they contain most of our lives.
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Hazel Grace, The Fault In Our Stars, pg 139 (via foldingmaps)
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I met Charlie McDonnell when he was, to use the language of his native land, ‘but a young lad’. But even back then, I remember thinking: this kid - aside from being outrageously handsome - is kind of a genius. Ever since, Charlie has been proving me right, but never more than on his new album “This Is Me”…it’s the only thing in my iTunes. I have “Bread” on repeat and I’ve listened to it…six hundred and twenty-one times. This raises the alarming possibility that I might technically be a fangirl.
The Fault In Our Stars — John Green
Hank I hope you had a very good birthday
We’re a species of sentimentalists. The only reason we have pennies is because people like pennies, and they grew up with pennies, and they like Abraham Lincon.
Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing Set Seeks the Butts of Children
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‘The Fault In Our Stars’ by John Green (via just-jayk)
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But I did get to see the sunrise from 36,000 feet above the ground, and it occurred to me that until a century ago, no one in all of human history had ever seen that.
