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I don’t know what I’m doing with my life, and it makes me very sad.




John Green is walking down his patio, and the wooden step breaks, and he falls right through.

The Fault in our Stairs, chapter 1.

John Green is sitting at a pub, having asked for a beer over an hour ago. He still hasn’t received it.

The Fault in our Bars, chapter 1

John Green’s 8th visit to the mechanics this month and his ride is still making a rattling noise

The Fault in our Cars, chapter 1

That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.

- Charles Bukowski, Women (via what-strange-lives-we-live)

I’m saying that I’m a moody, insecure, narrow-minded, jealous, borderline homicidal bitch, and I want you to promise me that you’re okay with that, because it’s who I am, and you’re what I need.

- Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave (via observando)