*puts John Green book between teeth* It’s a metaphor, you see. You put the killing thing right between your teeth, and it kills you. That’s it. You don’t have a choice.
Your party mustn’t be very good if you have to snapchat me all of it
“There are only patterns, patterns on top of patterns, patterns that affect other patterns. Patterns hidden by patterns. Patterns within patterns. If you watch close, history does nothing but repeat itself. What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can’t decipher. what we can’t understand we call nonsense. What we can’t read we call gibberish. There is no free will. There are no variables.”
say “oh my god look at the blood on her pants” in a crowded hall & the girls who turn around are the ones on their period
alright satan lets take it down a notch sweetie
Says tumblr user niggercakes
Sometimes, I miss the hell out of you.