“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.” ― John Green, Looking for Alaska

fishy:

vipvictor:

Rue’s Whistle Song (Full Orchestra) - The Hunger Games [x]

Will you please tell me you love me? I’m dying here.

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My brother couldn’t take it so there. He commented on it. Lol.

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K.

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Saw The Hunger Games yesterday and it was beautiful :)

I don’t think God gives a shit if we have a dog or if a woman wears shorts. I think He gives a shit about whether you’re a good person.

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scout:

I started this today and I didn’t know it was young adult fiction or what it was about but it’s really, really good and it made me very emotional even after the first thirty pages so I’m just gonna give a preemptive recommendation: read it, and don’t read too much about the premise before you start.

When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.

Maybe it’s more like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like, each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And these things happen-these people leave us, or don’t love us, or don’t get us, or we don’t get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack open, the end becomes inevitable. But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And it’s only in that time that we can see one another. Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.