John Green
John Green
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth24 August 1977
CountryUnited States of America
thinking long matter
And he found himself thinking that maybe stories don't just make us matter to each other - maybe they're also the only way to the infinite mattering he'd been after for so long.
thinking special needs
It's so easy to get stuck. You just get caught in being something, being special or cool or whatever, to the point where you don't even know why you need it; you just think you do.
thinking complicated like-you
See, popularity is complicated. You have to spend a lot of time thinking about liking; you have to really like being liked, and also sort like being disliked.
He missed his imagined future.
want shots bigs
I just want to fly under the radar, because when you start to make yourself into a big deal, that's when you get shot down.
He missed her like crazycakes.
kissing rejection asking
The act of leaning in to kiss someone, or asking them, is fraught with the possibility of rejection, so the person least likely to get rejected should do the leaning in or the asking.
ugly zits cabal
I don't even know how ugly and pretty get decided.
dark men oblivion
I fear oblivion. I fear it like the proverbial blind man who's afraid of the dark.
mirrors looks knows
You know, like when you look in the mirror and the thing you see is not the thing as it really is.
losing holes i-realized
That's what I realized: if I did get her back somehow, she wouldn't fill the hole that losing her created.
men towns population
But you know what they say about Gutshot: the population never goes up and never goes down, because every time a woman gets pregnant, a man leaves town.
girl moving guy
Ergo: girls should always make the first move, because (a) they are, on the whole, less likely to be rejected than guys, (b) that way, girls will never get kissed unless they want to be kissed.
art struggle mean
What do you mean by meant? Given the final futility of our struggle, is the fleeting jolt of meaning that art gives us valuable? Or is it the only value passing time as comfortably as possible?