That’s why I like you… You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
Utterly unprecedented.
I would attest to that.
(via whitepaperquotes)
I will watch this over and over until I fall asleep, and make gifs of it in the morning.
— John Green (via skin-ship)
Why I write.
(via withloveayla)
Sometimes I write music, and sometimes I record it, and sometimes I mean things that you never have heard.
LYRICS:
This town was paper, parchment and leaves.
Your house was a memory.
Written in the breeze.
I carried it with me.
Stored in my lungs.
Until I woke beside her.
and it wasn’t enough.
I burnt all the paper.
It made a great pyre.
I tossed in the pictures.
They crinkled, expired.
Yet I carried it all with me.
Till’ I showered off the ash.
Washed clean of your promises.
I hope that it lasts.
Then one day we found writing on the walls.
Beneath the posters I hung to cover it all.
They reminded me. The memories are real, even if they aren’t written, or inhaled on a whim.
They’re still in the air.
You left them there, when you burned them by the sea.
Sure this town was paper, but she wont burn so easily.
[shameless paper towns reference, all hail John Green]
— John Green
