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runawaydog:
““You can only do so many things you don’t want to do before you just accidentally eat a whole ice cream cake.” Hank Green, “Doing the Hard(er) Thing (and some very bad news)”
Doodled in my journal of quotes
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runawaydog:

“You can only do so many things you don’t want to do before you just accidentally eat a whole ice cream cake.”  Hank Green, “Doing the Hard(er) Thing (and some very bad news)”

Doodled in my journal of quotes

risarodil:
““You will wake up one day and you will not be the you you once were. And that will keep happening to you until you die, which is kind of wonderful” (video)
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risarodil:

“You will wake up one day and you will not be the you you once were. And that will keep happening to you until you die, which is kind of wonderful” (video)

“Hank, do you ever think about the fact that your brain is made of meat? Like, your brain is edible - all of your hopes and dreams - I could eat them.”
John Green 2015 (via fatninjawalrus)
  1. Hank Green: But, would you be one of the humans that would survive [nuclear war]?
  2. John Green: I mean, just look at me, Hank. Do I look like I would survive a nuclear war?
  3. Hank Green: NO.
  4. John Green: No, of course not.
  5. Hank Green: Definitely not.
  6. John Green: In any apocalyptic scenario, Hank, I am going to be in the first 5% of people who die. Like, if there's some, like a 1919-style Spanish Flu, I'm gonna be, like, Patient Seven.

papertownsy:

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  1. hey guys! I'm considering starting a separate blog for my poetry/writing snippets. if you'd be willing to follow, could you like this post?
  2. thanks lovelies!

All my words are borrowed. 
some are lonely some coupled
with tears and smiles.


All my thoughts are broken,
taken from the lives that have 
mingled and slept with mine.


All my days are a repetitive song.
Not a song on repeat, but a song
that burrows itself into the mind.


All my words are over-thought.
How can I ever be a Margo, when my 
Alaska screams to die.

p.p.

Looking for Paper Towns
April 17th, 2016

(via flyingninjapancake)

“Read a lot. Read broadly… Tell stories to your friends, and pay attention to when they get bored… Write a lot.”