Okay. Okay.

A desert blessing, an ocean curse.

[stclairanna-deactivated20150704]

Boom Clap

[aoife1108]

I can’t tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.

[okayaugustuswatersokay]

Know what’s so perfect about this black and white Hazel and Augustus photo? It’s slightly out of focus and looks real. That means a great deal to those of us who hold this story so dear.  

[dorrion]

gaaayyyyyyy

[dumblyydore]

[-wishgrantingfactory]

Van Houten,     “I’m a good person but a shitty writer. You’re a shitty person but a good writer. We’d make a good team. I don’t want to ask you for any favours, but if you have time- and from what I saw, you have plenty- I was wondering if you could write a eulogy for Hazel. I’ve got notes and everything, but if you could just make it into a coherent whole or whatever? Or even just tell me what I should say differently. Here’s the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease. I want to leave a mark. But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars.  (Okay maybe I’m not such a shitty writer. But I can’t pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.)  Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we are not likely to do either. People will say it’s sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it’s not sad, Van Houten it’s triumphant. It’s heroic.  After my PET scan lit up, I snuck into the ICU and saw her while she was unconscious. I walked in behind the nurse and got to sit next to her for like ten minutes before I got caught. I really thought she was going to die before I could tell her that I was going to die, too. I just held her hand and tried to imagine a world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar. What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her. You don’t get to choose the ones you hurt in this world, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers. 

[ethan-lawson-wate]

[ethan-lawson-wate]

[amerileste-deactivated20200716]

IM GONNA CRY

[wilddestdream]

“I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”

[anselgifs]

[amhazying]

You say you’re not special because the world doesn’t know about you, but that’s an insult to me. I know about you.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via elisekatrina)

[viktorcrum]

Augustus Waters drove horrifically. Whether stopping or starting, everything happened with a tremendous JOLT. I flew against the seat belt of his Toyota SUV each time he braked, and my neck snapped backward each time he hit the gas. I might have been nervous — what with sitting in the car of a strange boy on the way to his house, keenly aware that my crap lungs complicate efforts to fend off unwanted advances — but his driving was so astonishingly poor that I could think of nothing else.

[the-manila-institute]

HQ version {x}

[tomharly-blog]

But if you’d searched the whole wide world Would you dare to let it go?

[anselgifs]

[fireheartes]

Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should’ve gotten more. (…) Augustus Waters talked so much that he’d interrupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness. But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.’

[jenniferlawrencesnapped]

[romancentureon]

The Fault in Our Stars Texts

[melsbenoists]

[helorific]

  #I AM INCREDIBLY RELIEVED THAT HE UNDERSTOOD THIS    #BECAUSE THIS IDEA IS WHAT MADE ME LOVE TFIOS SO MUCH    #THIS IDEA THAT YOU ARE AN IMPORTANT PERSON SIMPLY BY EXISTING ON EARTH    #THANK YOU ANSEL  (tags via PYROPIAN)

[haletosciles]