I don’t avoid eye contact because I’m shy.
I just want to avoid a Pokemon battle.
(via amanatee-)
I’ve noticed my slight obsession with girls. Not in the weird creepy way but in that I give them usually a lot more credit than they deserve. And I owe this revelation to my new book, “Looking for Alaska.” I always kind of assumed a magical air around girls, like they could do no wrong, but they always did me wrong. (Not always of course). But it was just that I let a lot of things go and happen because they were girls.
“She had the kind of eyes that predisposed you to supporting her every endeavor.”
There was always something deftly magical in it all. And call it an obsession or a hopeless romance with the idea of it all. But I’m learning that I’m worth a lot more than I’ve been treated.
‘She’s cute, I thought, but you don’t need to like a girl who treats you like you’re ten. You’ve already got a mom.’
I’m loving this book a little more than I should already
(Source: babydeetranz, via i-am-izmail)
Where are the monuments? Where are the memorial ceremonies? Unlike post-war Germany, North Americans refuse to acknowledge this genocide. Never Forget!
Ever.
(via spaceblack)