John Green
John Green
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth24 August 1977
CountryUnited States of America
suicide let-her-go feels
... I didn't know whether to feel angry at her for making me part of her suicide or just to feel angry at myself for letting her go.
hipster fall together
Everything that comes together falls apart.
memories space alaska
I knew that I would know more dead people. The bodies pile up. Could there be a space in my memory for each of them, or would I forget a little of Alaska every day for the rest of my life?
couple memories thinking
I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should hope for a time when she would be a distant memory - recalled only on the anniversary of her death, or maybe a couple of weeks after, remembering only after having forgotten.
hurt it-hurts euphemism
It hurt, and that is not a euphemism. It hurt like a beating.
great-day today
Whatever. Great day. Today. Best day of my life.
dad home feelings
I thought of the one thing about home that I missed, my dad's study with its built-in, floor-to-ceiling shelves sagging with thick biographies and the black leather chair that kept me just uncomfortable enough to keep from feeling sleepy as I read.
kids skeletons ribs
I pointed at the little kids goading each other to jump from rib cage to shoulder and Gus answered just loud enough for me to hear over the din, 'Last time, I imagined myself as the kid. This time, the skeleton.
gone knows
You never know. It's just. It's like. POOF. And you're gone.
life teenage alaska
We are greater than the sum of our parts.
imagining-the-future alaska labyrinth
And imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.
bursting sensuality okay
Okay is BURSTING with sensuality
dad mean thinking
Also, it was a bit hopeless," he said. "A bit defeatist." "If by defeatist you mean honest, then I agree." "I don't think defeatism is honest, " Dad answered. "I refuse to accept that.
cancer tree grace
It lit up like a Christmas Tree Hazel Grace...