Anonymous asked: You are insulting Mr. Green? hmm well that just means I am unfollowing..
Was I supposed to be offended?
Shit, I missed the cue. Can we try that again?
In other words, I really don’t care.
naveed. 21.
toronto. bengali.
John Green is not the new Mark Twain. He is the not the authority on how to live your life, but then again, neither is Mark Twain. The difference is that Twain at least sounds genuinely profound placed between a set of quotation marks; incessant and arbitrary reference to a seemingly witting line by Green just makes you seem infinitely pretentious. Please stop embarrassing yourself.
Me.
Monday morning, start of summer classes. Eighth floor. I wasn’t even aware they had classes this high up.
No windows. Ventilation is nonexistent in this room.
Hasn’t been five minutes yet and I can feel sweat beads on my forehead.
I had this prof before. Sort of. I only went to one lecture. Got a B+ in that course.
Three hours. English course. Fourth year.
Will I make it?
Find out on the next episode.
I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.
Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog From Hell (via erraticintrovert)
(Source: co-pa-set-ic, via thefadedheart)
Currency Immune to Islamophobia
So let me get this straight. Basically, all Muslims are terrorists (apparently I didn’t get the memo) but our money is still good here. Unless, of course, all the corporate stores and franchises that have signs up that read “Halal available” are really for non-Muslims. Because that makes so much sense.
