And on the last day, the bad days become so difficult to recall, because one way or another, she had made a life here, just as I had. The town was paper, but the memories were not.
- John Green, Paper Towns (via mmidl)
We are most creative at night and least creative in the afternoons.
- (via psych-facts)
And all at once I knew how Margo Roth Spiegelman felt when she wasn’t being Margo Roth Spiegelman: she felt empty. She felt the unscalable wall surrounding her. I thought of her asleep on the carpet with only that jagged sliver of sky above her. Maybe Margo felt comfortable there because Margo the person lived like that all the time: in an abandoned room with blocked-out windows, the only light pouring in through holes in the roof. Yes. The fundamental mistake I had always made - and that she had, in fairness, always led me to make - was this: Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.
- John Green, Paper Towns (via of-hopes-and-dreams)
I’ve survived a lot of things, and I’ll probably survive this.
- J.D. Salinger (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
My Submission to The Art Assignment.
Technically the assignment calls for a formal portrait but I chose this candid snap of my friend Margo because I think part of a real friendship is being relaxed in front of each other.
A really nice photo. Having yourself photographed while eating is not something most of us like to have happen, but there’s something very genuine and vulnerable about this.
Could you somehow illustrate some of Hank's ending of today's vlogbrothers video? I immediately thought of you when he said all those things.
Hank’s rant from 3:28 on is perhaps my favorite thing ever.
Also hanklerfishcomic I really hope there’s a drawing of what he described in the works.
Thanks! And I second that…and we’ll see…
You know what your problem is, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves. I mean, I could hate you for being massively unpunctual and for never being interested in anything other than Margo Roth Spiegelman, and for, like, never even asking me about how it’s going with my girlfriend—but I don’t give a shit, because you’re you. My parents have a shit ton of black Santas, but that’s okay. They’re them. I’m too obsessed with a reference website to answer my phone sometimes when my friends call, or my girlfriend. That’s okay, too. That’s me. You like me anyway. And I like you. You’re funny, and you’re smart, and you may show up late, but you always show up eventually.
- John Green, Paper Towns (via oxymoron0-o)
I will love you forever; whatever happens. Until I die and after I die, and when I find my way out of the land of the dead, I’ll drift about forever, all my atoms, until I find you again.
- Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass (via psych-facts)
The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts.
- Bertrand Russell (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)