If i wrote every single story i have stored in my head i would get empty, and i’m sure i wouldn’t like that.
Nothing is what it seems, except when your talking about me ‘cause i’m bloody myself even if it means i’ll be a sad old lady with a bunch of cats. Actually bring the cats, i love those cute little balls of fur.
eu gostaria de saber isso tb mas aparentemente o netflix é teimoso e gosta do brasil
I still haven’t found the reason of why i’m alive and the people i cared the most aren’t, maybe i’m cursed to have everyone i love being taken away from me. Everyone says i’ll live a lot and these things won’t matter so much in the future, but they will because the present makes the future. I wised i haven’t lost anyone, but as much as i wish that it won’t happen, i can’t make the dead live again, the only thing i can do is make these lost loved ones proud of having met me, because i’m proud of having met then and if there is an after life i hope i see then there because no matter how long it will be passed i’ll always miss then.
You have to live to have a life.
well i kind of get weird people around me but i’m alright hate won’t kill me, neither hurt me, because i don’t give a crap about what people say, if i did i would probably be dead by now.
because i like it, and i don’t give a crap about what you think.
P.S: You kind of called all the singers in the set list stupid, that makes you stupid ;)
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.
That’s always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they’re pretty. It’s like picking your breakfeast cereals based on color instead of taste.
|My friend saw me reading paper towns last week, so she asked:|
|- Do you ever get tired of reading this dude's books?|
|I lifted my eyebrow and replied:|
|- Do you ever get tired of living?|
|P.S:||Life without John Green books isn't life, i still can't believe we waited so long until someone great came. So yes, there's no life without his stories.|