shutub:

squidinthesky:

All of my friends are fun, talented, cutie-patooties, and I’m just here like

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOT TALENTED THT WAS THE MOST MAJESTIC THING IVE EVER SEEN

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unkhs:

I used to be like “I wonder what would happen if I set this thing on fire” and since then I’ve learned that more often than not the answer is “it’ll be on fire”

(via poisoned-chocolate)


princess-of-lore:

mycheekyfinn:

official-nasa:

monilip:

dont-stop-runninggg:

knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit

wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad 

That was deep

philosophy is wondering if that means ketchup is a smoothie

That was deeper.

common sense is knowing that ketchup isn’t a damn smoothie you nasty

(via poisoned-chocolate)



greetings:

deep conversations with open minded people are one of my most favourite things ever

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Q
Do you ever just think that we're all just brains. Talking to other brains. Doing stuff brains do, and that we control meat suits. And on top of that perfect our meat suits and cry when the meat suit does not look perfect?
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sybilltrelawneys:

In light of recent events the bonds of friendship we have made this year will be more important than ever. Remember that and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain, you remember that! And we’ll celebrate a boy who was kind and honest and brave and true right to the very end.

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mshpiece:

karkaliciousbitch:

little-lunar:

stealingfirefromprometheus:

Can I just reblog this again because this is beautiful.

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ow ow ow owowow

but the fact that this was made is so significant, so many people need to see this

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ahomeforholmes:

the-divergent-demigod:

kurlozy:

boxed-hobo:

keriancal:

bigmouth12349:

themeeg:

tin-pan-ali:

taking-the-tardis-to-asgard:

mymahoganymyrules:

maslab:

jykinturah:

nomiros:

takeshitakenji:

“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”

Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”

oh my god

I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.

I’m almost afraid to want it.

John Green, we’re waiting.

“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”
I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.
You begin to ask me something.“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”
I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.
“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”
Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.
“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”
Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.
“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”
You ask me if I’m afraid.
And oddly, I’m not.
“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”
It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you.
You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.
You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.
I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.
“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”
You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.
There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.
“You can do it.”
For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.
The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.
“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”
The end.

SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL

I’m going to go ahead and write the beginning of this, okay?
I don’t know you, okay? You’re a stranger to me. I didn’t ask for you to peek your nose into my business, now did I? No, no I did not. How would you like it if someone suddenly appeared in your life?
Let me tell you what you’re going to do. You’re going to shut this book right now. Let the cover rest on the title page, and leave me enveloped in my own dark little world.
What? I can’t understand you, but I can sense what you mean. You want to know if I like being alone here, in the dark. Well, I mean, it’s all I’ve ever known. Until you came along, there was only me, existing in these pages. Why would I wish for something when I’ve known nothing else?
I have to admit, though … The light you’re reading from feels nice. I’ve never seen my world in quite this way before. The stark blacks of the letters are taking shape, becoming a home for me to live in even as you read.
Maybe I’ll let you stay for awhile. Maybe I’ll enjoy this light for a little longer with you.

OH MY GOD NO I’M ACTUALLY TEARING UP AT THESE.



so ive seen this post before anyone wrote anything of this story here now i have a fucking puddle of tears in my desk so this gif there is pretty damn accurate

JOHN GREEN FIND THIS POST AND WRITE IT


Did u know Jodi Picoult and her daughter wrote a book that was almost exactly like this? It’s called Between the Lines or something like that

ahomeforholmes:

the-divergent-demigod:

kurlozy:

boxed-hobo:

keriancal:

bigmouth12349:

themeeg:

tin-pan-ali:

taking-the-tardis-to-asgard:

mymahoganymyrules:

maslab:

jykinturah:

nomiros:

takeshitakenji:

“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”

Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”

oh my god

I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.

I’m almost afraid to want it.

John Green, we’re waiting.

“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”

I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.

You begin to ask me something.

“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”

I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.

“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”

Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.

“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”

Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.

“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”

You ask me if I’m afraid.

And oddly, I’m not.

“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”

It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you.

You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.

You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.

I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.

“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”

You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.

There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.

“You can do it.”

For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.

The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.

“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”

The end.

SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL

I’m going to go ahead and write the beginning of this, okay?

I don’t know you, okay? You’re a stranger to me. I didn’t ask for you to peek your nose into my business, now did I? No, no I did not. How would you like it if someone suddenly appeared in your life?

Let me tell you what you’re going to do. You’re going to shut this book right now. Let the cover rest on the title page, and leave me enveloped in my own dark little world.

What? I can’t understand you, but I can sense what you mean. You want to know if I like being alone here, in the dark. Well, I mean, it’s all I’ve ever known. Until you came along, there was only me, existing in these pages. Why would I wish for something when I’ve known nothing else?

I have to admit, though … The light you’re reading from feels nice. I’ve never seen my world in quite this way before. The stark blacks of the letters are taking shape, becoming a home for me to live in even as you read.

Maybe I’ll let you stay for awhile. Maybe I’ll enjoy this light for a little longer with you.

OH MY GOD NO I’M ACTUALLY TEARING UP AT THESE.

image

so ive seen this post before anyone wrote anything of this story here now i have a fucking puddle of tears in my desk so this gif there is pretty damn accurate

JOHN GREEN FIND THIS POST AND WRITE IT

Did u know Jodi Picoult and her daughter wrote a book that was almost exactly like this? It’s called Between the Lines or something like that

(via poisoned-chocolate)


My dentist once told me that letting go is like pulling a tooth. When it was pulled out, you’re relieved, but how many times does your tongue run itself over the spot where the tooth once was? Probably a hundred times a day. Just because it wasn’t hurting you doesn’t mean you didn’t notice it. It leaves a gap and sometimes you see yourself missing it terribly. It’s going to take a while, but it takes time. Should you have kept the tooth? No, because it was causing you so much pain. Therefore, move on and let go.

clovette:

peetatoast:

shakeyourbuddah:

notkorra:

#that’s a fucking deep dentist visit

is your dentist also your therapist?

Your dentist should quit being a dentist and become a philosopher

my dentist just tells me i need to floss more

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