“The rock struck Piggy a glancing blow from chin to kneel the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist. Piggy, saying nothing, with no time for even a grunt, traveled through the air sideways from the rock, turning over as he went. The rock bounded twice and was lost in the forest. Piggy fell forty feet and landed on his back across the square red rock in the sea. His head opened and stuff came out and turned red. Piggy’s arms and legs twitched a bit, like a pig’s after it has been killed. Then the sea breathed again in a long, slow sigh, the water boiled white and pink over the rock; and when it went, sucking back again, the body of Piggy was gone.” - LOTF

BRB SOBBING TO DEATH I CAN’T HANDLE THIS I LOVE PIGGY OKAY I CAN’T HANDLE THIS  

Friday Jan 27 @ 12:15am
Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books…which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal. The Fault in our Stars, John Green (via faintsmiles) Monday Jan 23 @ 06:45pm

Wednesday Jan 18 @ 07:04pm
forever~

forever~

Wednesday Oct 19 @ 12:51am
That’s who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of. John Green, An Abundance of Katherines (via faintsmiles) Monday Oct 10 @ 12:50am
Saturday Aug 27 @ 03:47am

It’s Kind of a Funny Story mind map artwork by Brian Drucker.

Sunday Aug 21 @ 12:46am