"I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane." — John Green (Looking for Alaska)
so i sadly have not read this book but the one quote popped up on my computer the other day and i cannot stop thinking about it. same with the next quote
"You know your problem, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves. I mean, I could hate you for being massively unpunctual and for never being interested in anything other than Margo Roth Spiegelman, and for, like, never asking me about how it’s going with my girlfriend - but I don’t give a shit, man, because you’re you. My parents have a shit ton of black Santas, but that’s okay. They’re them. I’m too obsessed with a reference website to answer my phone sometimes when my friends call, or my girlfriend. That’s okay, too. That’s me. You like me anyway. And I like you. You’re funny, and you’re smart, and you may show up late, but you always show up eventually." — John Green (Paper Towns)
seriously, do not interrupt me while im talking. its rude and annoying. especially when im trying to vent. you dont know the story so stop acting like you do. its my story, its my time to be the center of attention and since that rarely happens, let me be it.
im going to need people to stop assuming im going to do stuff. half of the time i dont want to and almost all the time im making fun of it in my head. i also dont care about people who i havent met before and probably never will so dont tell me their life story because im not listening. actually im not listening to most stories people tell me because i couldnt give two shits about it. if i just sit there staring off into space saying yeah or making noises of agreement, it means i dont care enough to give you my full attention. most of the time you dont let me speak anyways so it all works out in the end.
There is an art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. Pick a nice day, it suggests, and try it. The first part is easy. All it requires is simply the ability to throw yourself forward with all your weight, and willingness not to mind that it’s going to hurt. That is, it’s going to hurt if you fail to miss the ground. Most people fail to miss the ground, and if they are really trying properly, the likelihood is that they will fail to miss it fairly hard. Clearly, it is this second part, the missing, which presents the difficulties. One problem is that you have to miss the ground accidentally. It’s no good deliberately intending to miss the ground because you won’t. You have to have your attention suddenly distracted by something else when you’re halfway there, so that you are no longer thinking about falling, or about the ground, or about how much it’s going to hurt if you fail to miss it. (Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy)
I’ve always wanted to try this but have a feeling its just gone to end up terribly wrong.