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The day after my mom took me to the zoo where she like the monkeys and I liked the bears, it was a Friday. I came home from school. She gave me a hug and told me to do my homework in my room so I could watch TV later. I went into my room and she sat down at the kitchen table, I guess, and then she screamed, and I ran out, and she had fallen over. She was lying on the floor holding her head and jerking. And I freaked out. I should have called 911, but I just started screaming and crying until she finally stopped jerking, and I thought she had fallen asleep and the whatever hurt didn’t hurt anymore. So I just sat there of the floor with her until my dad got home an hour later, and he’s screaming ‘Why did you call 911?’ and trying to give her CPR, but by then she was plenty dead. Aneurysm. Worst day. I win. You drink.
Alaska Young. ‘Looking for Alaska’ by John Green. (via gnomesinthegarden) -
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 about if people were rain. I was drizzle and she was hurricane.
John Green, Looking for Alaska -
Pudge.” She shook her head and sipped the cold coffee and wine. “Pudge, what you must understand about me is that I am a deeply unhappy person.
Looking for Alaska (via not-listening)(via epicjohngreenquotes)
Posted on January 10, 2012 via Real or not real? with 110 notes
Source: inst4ntly
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Have you really read all those books in your room?”
She laughed. “Oh God no. I’ve maybe read a third of ‘em. But I’m going to read them all. I call it my Life’s Library. Every summer since I was little, I’ve gone to garage sales and bought all the books that looked interesting. So I always have something to read.― Alaska Young, via John Green, Looking for Alaska -
I love when people love books I love, I feel like it justifies my taste in books. Not that John Green need justifying, but still. It’s a nice feeling.
with love, unequivocally
I hate about me's, because I don't ever know what to write without sounding like a self-promotion.
Julia. 17. semi-decent photographer. avid music 'lover'. good listener. opinionated but quiet about it. smart but doesn't always show it. vintage/classics admirer. zealous movie-goer. bottle cap collector. book enthusiast. day dreamer. science fanatic. longtime potterhead. shorttime whovian. forever nerdfighter. girl.
that'll do, pig, that'll do.
