#ilovejohn

[nowiwanttogo-blog]

Isso sempre me pareceu tão ridículo, que as pessoas pudessem querer ficar com alguém só por causa da beleza. É como escolher o cereal de manhã pela cor, e não pelo sabor

John Green

[emmakturner-blog]

I know you're mine, all mine, all mine... But you look so good it hurts sometimes.

John Mayer, Your Body Is A Wonderland

[liljabrook]

Said and Done by John O'Callaghan

How often do you look back? Really reflect on what you’ve done? The insignificance of it all; pointless arguments, inside jokes, funny hair cuts. But do you ever wonder how you’ll be remembered? Or if what you’ve done or what you’re doing means anything at all? What will your songs sound like when you’re dead and gone? Will tears fall when the last note is sung? And how will your story be told? Will your words leave a bitter taste in their mouths? Or will they even remember you at all? Compassion. The concept is rather simple, most know what it means to be civil. But there truly is a fine line between sweet and sour. Give too much of yourself away and you’ll be all used up. Not enough and no one will be around to share this with. So what is it that motivates us to be better, gentler, more refined? I like to think it’s those close to us, close to the heart and soul. Those who carried you to the car after you puked on their shoes, those who took the blame for breaking the window when it was you who casts the stone, those who will be by your side when reality knocks on your door both good and bad. But more importantly, those whose stories you will share with your kids and grand kids, and their kids, and their grand kids, in hopes to somehow keep this all alive. Chivalry, decency, kindness, compassion, desire, strength. How will you be remembered? - John O’callaghan

[eruhka]

Day Two: Nine things about yourself.

Somedays, I have to be with people and others I'm distant.

I'm loud when I'm with certain people, and shy when I'm with others.

I play softball. I'm not good, but, I play.

I like the color orange, pianos, acoustic music, John Ohh, Jersey Shore, sleeping, showers, trees, learning new words, and white rice.

The two most important people in my life are my cousin Paris and my brother.

I love my bestfriend, ha. I know he doesn't love me back... Ohhh John..

I hate History class.

I have stomach spasms.. I take pills for it...

Sean Plaum, makes my life.