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

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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)
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