A beautiful place where I can be my own very odd self.





 

Sometimes you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books, which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.

The Fault in Our Stars by John Green (via pagesandwords)

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