"It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and misimagined."
— Paper Towns by John Green (via holymoly—meohmy)
"What is an “instant” death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous."
— John Green, The Fault In Our Stars (via lightbluelightorange)
"We kiss. Her hands are freezing on my face, and she tastes like coffee and the smell of the onion is still stuck in my nose, and my lips are all dry from the endless winter. And it’s awesome."
— John Green (via resucitar)
May 27th
4:18 PM
4:18 PM
Now that John and Hank Green have tumblrs and are probably tracking their own tags,
the very real possibility exists that they are reading this post.
I am flabbergasted at the thought.
( Hi John. Hi Hank. c: )
"I have two words for you: nerd boys. I know that nerd boys don’t sparkle in the sunshine, but they’re sensitive, they’re caring, they’re sweet, they’ll do nice stuff for you, they’re a little bit needy….I’ll grant you that they’re a little bit needy. Oh and lastly, let me explain something briefly to boys. Gentlemen, nerd girls are the world’s greatest underutilised romantic resource. And guys, do not tell me that nerd girls aren’t hot, because that shows a Paris Hilton-esque failure to understand hotness."
— John Green (via collectormaniac)
Well, mainly I just like 
