She is my goddess.
She is still my spirit animal.
I’m just going to bank on this, because there are literally no words for how embarrassing I was between the ages of thirteen and sixteen.
I’m the person that when there’s only space for 2 people to walk along side on the sidewalk and there’s 3 of us you make me walk in the back
have you ever just listened to a recording of you talking and then felt terrible for anyone who’s ever had to talk to you ever
John greens characters are a part of us.
- Margo: the part that wants to be remembered
- Alaska: the part that wants to run away
- Tiny: the part that's happy being who you are
- Will: is the part that's ashamed
- Collin: is the part that thinks we know everything
- Hazel: is the part that accepts what we get
- Quentin: is the part that always plays I safe
- Augustus: is the part that's afraid to die
- Lindsey: is the part of us who is hiding who we are
- Radar: is the part that's embarrassed by their parents
- John: is the one who gave us these characters, and the one who brought us together
ambedo n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life
pronunciation | \ad-‘ves-per-“a-sit\
submitted by | Sweet Blasphemy [sterlingchainsaws]
submit words | here
on the part of speech | it is a verb, as far as I can tell—in Latin, anyways.
THEY JUST MADE A BANANA INTO A SPACE BAR
At first I didn’t understand
But now I do.
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