I’m not a mathematician, but I do know this: There are infinite numbers between zero and one. There’s point one, point one two, point one one two, and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger set of infinite numbers between zero and two or between zero and a million. Some infinities are simply bigger than other infinities. A writer that we used to like taught us that. You know, I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, do I want more days for Augustus Waters than what he got. But Gus, my love, I can not tell you how thankful I am, for our little infinity. You gave me a forever, within the numbered days. And for that I am… I am eternally grateful. I love you so much.

Hazel, The Fault in Our Stars (2014)  

(Dir,Josh Boone, Novel by John Green)

comecticut:

ericapuff:

today at school a boy named miguel jumped up on the lunch table

ripped his shirt off (his chest said “be mine”)

and started playing ‘careless whisper’ on the saxophone that he pulled basically out of thin air

like you can think i’m lying, i would, but

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ARE THOSE BACKUP DANCERS

Please…just don’t ever fucking start…don’t pick up that blade thinking it will help. In the long run, it makes it harder.

You crave it for no reason.
You can’t wear shorts without pulling them down and making sure people don’t see your scars.

It takes a second to start…
It takes months, even years, to stop.

Michaela Quinn- please don’t start. (via nowlifegoeson)