You don’t know how it feels to be depressed. You don’t know how it feels to want to take your life so badly. You don’t know how it feels to be abused as a child. You don’t know how it feels to lose your dad. You don’t know how it feels to hide your depression and put on a fake smile and laugh everyday of your life. You don’t know how it feels to hurt yourself. I wish I was just gone.
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“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska
Mar 29th / 0 notes †“I am going to take this bucket of water and pour it on the flames of hell, and then I am going to use this torch to burn down the gates of paradise so that people will not love God for want of heaven or fear of hell, but because He is God.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska
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