Reading The Fault In Our Stars will never be something I get tired of doing. It has become one of those books that I can read over and over again, because every time I do I learn something new from it. It will never lose it’s meaning, or mean any more or less to me than it does now. I will never not appreciate the beauty that is John Green’s writing.
It follows to say that I am ecstatic about the movie and am counting down the days until I get to see it. (It’s 64)
Step back, peeps, and fasten your seat-belts. Time to bring in a puberty professional.
…. wait. That’s not right. Hold on.
Let’s fast-forward about five more years.
Ah, yes, there we go. Right after I sold my soul to Satan.
Naw son you can’t be hot in both genders you fucking cheated
I am extremely, EXTREMELY tired of “real men have beards”/“real women have curves” posts and any variant of them.
You know what “real” people ought to have? Respect for other people regardless of gender identity/presentation, body type, and grooming choices.
Ohhh, been looking for this.