#source/book#john-green#fiction
done.
awesome.
lovely couple
5/5
yang aku hightlight
back then all emotions felt like play, like i was experimenting with feeling rather thanstuck with it.
i was so good at being a kid, and so terrible at being whatever i was now
yeah :v
“you okay, Holmesy?” “Yeah.” “Can you say anything other than yeah?” ”yeah,” I said, and smile a little.
jesus :v
i’m not asking if you’re a seventeent-century nun
lol
“i mean, how am i supposed to react to a semi-eret penis as fan mail? Am i supposed to feel intrigued?” “he probably think it’ll end in marriege. you’ll meet IRL and fall in love and someday tell your kids that it all started with a picture of disembodied penis.”
jesus christ
you’ll eventually lose everyone
let’s continue this awkward silence in person
nice
my primary interest is not the meteor shower.
aaw
cerita e mereka rencanain to watch the meteor shower, but unfortunately cloudy kalo gk salah. then holmesy say that
i closed my eyes and tried to telepathically beg my mother not to attack him.
lol
lucu, tapi itu cerita e mama e lgi ngomong mbe davis in a mother-protecting-her-child mode
it seemed to me that one of the defining features of parents is that they dont get paid to love you.
“i’m sorry” “you say that a lot” “i feel it a lot.”
it was so much easier to talk to him in the dark, looking at the same sky instead of at each other. It felt llike we didn’t have boodies, like we were just voices talking.
agree
“reading someone’s poetry is like seeing them naked”
keknya ini lebih general aslinya. being opened up or embrace embarrassment, just like naked.
Him: I like your ass. I really really like your ass. Is this okay?
Me: Yes.
lol jesus
every loss is unprecedented. You can’t ever know someone else’s hurt, not really—just like touching someone else’s body isn’t the same as having someone else’s body.
little reminder
“in three words i can sum up everything i’ve learned about life: it goes on.” —Robert Frost
can’t stop thinking. Trying to find something solid to hold on to in this rolling sea of thought.
we’ve decided to just be friends.
Me: Cool.
Her: But the kind of friends who kiss right after deciding to just be friends.
I told myself that having a thought was not dangerous, that thoughts aren’t action, that thoughts are just thoughts.
slowly I understood that we were going to be part of each other’s past.
to be alive is to be missing.