this book/movie still kills me because half of me is like ‘Augustus Waters is a pretentious asshole and I hate him’ but the other half of me is like ‘Augustus Waters is a pretentious asshole who is also charming and I’ll take five’
you deserve someone who isn’t embarrassed to love you and tells all their friends about you and saves your selfies, whether they’re good or bad to look at when they miss you and loses sleep to talk to you and tells you how much they love you and how beautiful you are all the time and i really hope you find that one day because you deserve to be loved
I’m sorry, but if lesbians can control themselves in a girls only changing room with ass naked woman waltzing around. Then I figure men should be able to control them selves with clothed girls walking down the street. Just a thought.