me
(Source: lala-lemons)
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It makes me legitimately sad that there’s so much amazing, beautiful music that I’ll never get to listen to.
Like not just music that’s made after I die, music in general.
There’s so much of it, and so much of it is amazing, but I can’t even listen to my whole iTunes library filled with great music because there’s just SO MUCH.
WHY CAN’T I JUST LISTEN TO ALL OF THE MUSIC?
I’m just a guy who’s wearing a cheap suit jacket, no pants, and my own face on a shirt.
John Green Out of Context (via johngreenoutofcontext)
a page in my sisters diary
(Source: deathcomesupon)
Friend: I hope you're happy.
Me: I hope you're happy, now that you're choosing this, I really hope you get it and you don't live to regret it. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY IN THE ENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNND. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY, MY FRIEND! SO IF YOU CARE TO FIND ME, LOOK INTO THE WESTERN SKY AS SOMEONE TOLD ME LATELY, EVERYONE DESERVES A CHANCE TO FLY AND IF I'M FLYING SOLO AT LEAST I'M FLYING FREE TO THOSE WHO'D GROUND ME TAKE A MESSAGE BACK FROM ME TELL THEM HOW I AM DEFYING GRAVITY, I'M FLYING HIGH, DEFYING GRAVITY, AND SOON I'LL MATCH THEM IN RENOWN, AND NOBODY IN ALL OF OZ, NO WIZARD THAT THERE IS OR WAS, IS EVER GONNA BRING ME DOWN! BRING ME DOWN! AW WAH WAH WAH WAH-AAAAAAAAH!
Friend:
Me: What.
