AntiqueGarden on We Heart It - http://m.weheartit.com/entry/54510167/via/gizem_akdag
oh my god i’m fucking sick of this generation’s mentality that your sadness is beautiful and somebody will fix you and all this fucking john green shit nobody will find you in a bookstore reading bukowski and want to lie with you and nobody will kiss your scars and you will not be like effie and freddie you’ve got to be your own fucking hero and surround yourself with positivity
“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.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska
I got high and read an entire John Green novel tonight and I just don’t get what all the fuss is about. Those were some of the most uninspired, one dimensional “quirky” characters imaginable. Even in high school I would have found them insufferable.
honestly that’s what so great about them, they’re describable by a single phrase and it’s lovely that he still managed to create a story line that is so simply plain and stereotypical, but a best seller.
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 the to escape the present.
words i use in every sentence:
That’s a sentence right there
Forwards and backwards
You can rearrange them in any order and it’ll be a sentence
ladies and gentlemen the extensive vocabulary of tumblr
lemme just get a girl that reads me the book she’s reading at night while i lay down on her lap and cuddle her leg
It changed my life and I realized, after the book, two things: one, I was incredibly depressed that Augustus Waters did not exist in real life, and two, I found myself totally perplexed and completely moved by the fact that one of my new greatest role models was a fictional character, Hazel.
Then I sat there thinking to myself,
does he know my favorite book?
my favorite movie? what about my favorite song or color? the person who is most influential in my life? what about my favorite author or poet? does he know my biggest dream in life? the places I want to visit the most badly? does he know the words that ignite a fire in my heart or the words that sooth my crying eyes? does he know the way I like to be hugged after a long day? does he know how much I loved to dance? does he know my favorite flower? does he know me?
As a child, I loved star gazing.
But suddenly, staring at you
Was just far more intriguing.
