Red on Green: the life and death of 10,000 roses
I DON’T KNOW HOW I GOT IN HERE
AND NOW I CANNOT GET OUT
DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS
If you always help the kitten out of the cup they’ll never learn not to get into small cups in the first place
I’VE LEARNED MY LESSON HUMAN
THIS SURFACE IS NOT CLIMBABLE
I was feeling a bit too much like Hazel Grace today, non-cancerous, but chronically ill as ever. My heart raced to 180bpm and my breath was cut short, so when I went to the hospital’s infusion clinic for IV fluids I brought along The Fault In Our Stars in every way possible (in my hands and on my shirt of which I painted myself)
In Hazel’s words, my third best friend is an author that doesnt know I exist. That author is John Green. John, I don’t know if you’ll ever stumble across this post, but I just want to personally thank you for everything. Thank you for writing the books I’ve lost myself in time after time, the books that I never stop reading. Thank you for all of your youtube videos, thank you for nerdfighteria. Thank you for all you’ve done to decrease world suck, because surely you’ve decreased the suck in my life. Thank you for helping all the others that you’ve helped. Thank you for existing.
Now selling my handmade Okay shirts on etsy due to super high demand when this post was spreading virally. You can find them here if you’d like: http://etsy.com/shop/nerdhaven
LETSS MAKE JOHN GREEN FIND THE THING
JOHN GREEN PLEASE FIND THIS THING
Vincent van Gogh (March 30, 1853 – July 29, 1890)
I haven’t got it yet, but I’m hunting it and fighting for it, I want something serious, something fresh—something with soul in it! Onward, onward.