| — | John Green, Looking for Alaska (via episky) |
”..That’s why on the back of a paper brown bag
he tried another poem
And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen.”
“I lift my arm out of the water. It’s a log. Put it back under and it blows up even bigger. People see the log and call it a twig. They yell at me because I can’t see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs. Nobody can make it stop. ”
Purged like a motherfucking boss today. I’m mastering how to puke without making much noise.
See, I had my class trip today, and they had a buffet thing on this cruise we went on, and I ate like twelve pasta squares, which equals to about a half cup of pasta, and three bites of chicken. I am such a fat fucker.
I’m so gross.






