The tea is gone...
Why is tea gone? :c
Edward and Edwina Spoonhands have a pretty hard...
They can hardly eat cereal And they can only type ‘bout three words a minute, but They both agree it’s not as bad as it could be So they clack their big ol’ fingers and Sing a little song for you and me…
Thank you Hank and John. (From the Tour De...
(Skip to the end if you want, that’s where the point is. Like down to the last paragraph maybe. Not the *ahem*. Before that. Like at the OH. This is looong stream of consciousness stuff again.) I was happy today. I went to Albuquerque to see Hank and John Green. They mean a lot to me (probably more than two guys I know from the internet should). From the start of my trip in Las Cruces to...
Religion. It’s given people hope in a world torn apart by religion.– Jon Stewart (via lucymcclane)
Anonymous asked: I came across your note on John's game post by accident and I just wanted to say that I, too, am from El Paso! Luckily I'm away at school and was able to see his show in Austin. You're going to love it! :)
spongelover21: There’s no earthly way of knowing… which direction we are going. There’s no knowing where we’re rowing.. or which way the river’s flowing! Is it raining? is it snowing? is a hurricane a-blowing? BAH! Not a speck of light is showing, so the danger must be growing. Are the fires of hell a-blowing?! Is the grizzly reaper mowing?! YES! THE DANGER MUST BE GROWING, FOR THE ROWERS...
Goodbye Privet Drive: The Fault in Our Stars →
chocolatefrogsandwizardcards: OH MY GOD. I feel almost guilty, because none of my meager attempts at stringing groups of seemingly semi-intelligent words together could ever sum up just how amazing the Fault in Our Stars was. It’s not even that it was that sort of “OhmygodIwanttoreadmorethisisthemeaningoflifeOHMYGOD” type of book (or maybe it was, I’m not quite sure), and I doubt I’ll be...
John Green, You FIEND. I hate you. (I felt ALL of...
I mean, I still love you in that “Oh look a person I admire and think is interesting” kind of way, but still. The end and even the middle and all the other things… It’s like I knew. No really, like I just knew. And Van Houten, I liked him anyway. And the letter… And I’m trying not to write spoilers… And there are all these thoughts in my head but...
For him that stealeth,or borroweth and returneth not, this book from its owner,...– Curse in Book Thieves, from the monastery of San Pedro, Barcelona, Spain. Is it weird that I looooove this curse? It’s so much more fulfilling than any expletive I’ve come across.
As the tide washed in, the Dutch Tulip Man faced the Ocean. ‘Conjoiner,...– Peter Van Houten, An Imperial Affliction (via fishingboatproceeds)