We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self; an accretion of sensory, experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody is nobody.
Have #tfios fan art? Showcase it at our FanArtShow in May and an Opening Reception highlighting all mediums inspired by The Fault in Our Stars. Questions or submissions go to Andrea, teen librarian. @johngreenwritesbooks @penguinteen (at Windsor Public Library)
Just in case you need any more reasons to love John Green.
John and Henry Green: The most adorable father and son on the face of the planet.
In the best way possible.
I don’t care how you faked it, Sherlock. I wanna know why. Why? Because Moriarty had to be stopped Oh. ‘Why’ as in ... I see. Yes. ‘Why?’ That’s a little more difficult to explain.
unhealthy obsession with male bonding: Martin Hart & Rustin Cohle