John Green
John Green
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth24 August 1977
CountryUnited States of America
people feelings bloodlust
Like many people, I feel like celebrating. Remember this feeling. It is human, and can help us understand when others express bloodlust.
I'm not asexual. I'm arelationshipal.
air hot
But it was only hot outside, and generally I only walked outside between one air-conditioned place to another.
girl boys people
Boys are much more likely to objectify girls bodies, while boys are seen by girls as whole people.
sorry whales alaska
She has great breasts," the Colonel said without looking up from the whale. "DO NOT OBJECTIFY WOMEN'S BODIES!" Alaska shouted. Now he looked up. "Sorry. Perky breasts." "That's not any better!
years pudge skinny
And we'll call you...hmmm. Pudge." "Huh?" "Pudge," the Colonel said. "Because you're skinny. It's called irony, Pudge. Heard of it? Now, let's go get some cigarettes and start this year off right.
wise labyrinth heavy
How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" to a margin note written in her loop-heavy cursive: Straight & Fast.
girl years alaska
The Colonel explained to me that 1. this was Alaska's room, and that 2. she had a single room because the girl who was supposed to be her roommate got kicked out at the end of last year, and that 3. Alaska had cigarettes, although the Colonel neglected to ask whether 4. I smoked, which 5. I didn't.
girl real paris
Nerd girls are the world’s most underutilized romantic resource. And guys, do not tell me that nerd girls are not hot because that shows a Paris Hilton-esque failure to understand hotness.
cells eight waiting
Wait, wait. I don't get it.' 'That is because you only have eight functioning brain cells.
being-yourself mean boys
The fourth way to get a boy to like you is to be yourself. Now, I am contractually obligated as an adult to give that advice, even though it doesn't work. But yeah, be yourself, even though no one has any idea what it means to be yourself. Like whose self would I otherwise be being?
sky drawing depth
The sky is like a monochromatic contemporay painting, drawing me in its illusion of depth, pulling me up.
eye caring night
It was not enough to be the last guy she kissed. I wanted to be the last one she loved. And I knew I wasn’t. I knew it, and I hated her for it. I hated her for not caring about me. I hated her for leaving that night, and I hated myself , too, not only because I let her go but because if I had been enough for her, she wouldn’t have even wanted to leave. She would have just lain with me and talked and cried, and I would have listened and kissed at her tears as they pooled in her eyes.
dying littles pants
The Side Effects of Dying in Your Pants isn't really funny… Alright, it's a little funny.