Babbling Bubbles

There’s a girl on Facebook that just asked everyone on my college’s page if anyone had any John Green books she could borrow.
I am conflicted between jumping up and down with glee (OMG OMG OMG PEOPLE AT MY SCHOOL LIKE JOHN GREEEEN!!! AND THEY WERE EVEN TALKING ABOUT HANKLERFISHES!!!!!!!!) and the fact that I don’t especially like this girl. I mean, I don’t know her all that well, but still. Bad vibes I guess.
I can’t decide if I want to fangirl or not. I mean, I doubt she’s a Nerdfighter, but if she is…

JOHN. JOHN GREEN, PLEASE. DON’T DO THIS TO ME. I’M BEGGING YOU. DON’T DO THIS. JUST DON’T.

IF THIS BOOK CONTINUES IN THE DIRECTION IN WHICH I THINK IT IS HEADING, I WILL NEVER RECOVER. I WILL BE A BIG BUNDLE OF EMOTIONS THAT I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO PROPERLY HANDLE AND WILL JUST DISSOLVE INTO A PUDDLE OF FEEEEEELINGS.

I AM ALREADY TRYING NOT TO SOB AND I AM ON PAGE 90 AND JUST HOLY FUCK I CAN’T OH GOD. I REALLY HOPE THAT I’M COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY WRONG ABOUT WHAT I THINK IS GOING TO HAPPEN, BECAUSE IF I’M RIGHT, IT WILL BE BOTH A BRILLIANTLY WRITTEN AND HORRIFICALLY HEART-WRENCHING STORY (which we all know it is no matter what happens, but I mean that if my predictions are correct, John Green will have ripped out my heart with such eloquence that I won’t even be able to hate him for it) AND I JUST CAN’T.

And I mean, obviously I can’t even tell any of you what’s happening or what I think is going to happen because I am a good little non-spoiler-telling Nerdfighter and will do my best to keep these things as vague as possible but oh my god the urge to flip to the back of the book and read the last chapter is almost irresistible but I have to try to fight it because I can’t ruin this for myself, even if it is going to leave me sobbing for the next several days at the very least.

‘Course, I could be entirely wrong and find that I just have a completely horrible thought process and that things will not end the way I think they will, which would be GREAT (although disturbing on my end, because the shit I come up with in my head is really probably very unhealthy).

But I could also be right, or close, in which case I’m going to have a mental breakdown from all the beautiful sadness. Just. I am filled with such dread right now but I also just can’t stop reading.

WHEN I WAKE UP TOMORROW, THE FAULT IN OUR STARS WILL BE HERE OR BETTER BE BECAUSE IF IT’S NOT I’LL CRY UNTIL IT IS.

…and she was just like “Uh, I know.”

WHICH MEANS SHE ORDERED MINE AND THAT I’M GETTING IT FOR CHRISTMAS, FUCK YEAH!

fishingboatproceeds:

mochamint:

My Mom: What is this “Pizza John” shirt-thing on your Christmas list?
Me: It’s an inside joke…
Mom: Well he looks creepy! It’s weird!
Me: Yes.

So one time I was in Philadelphia, walking down a street by myself, when a well-dressed woman in her 40s walked up to me, placed a hand on my shoulder, and said, rather accusingly, “Who are you?” I kind of shifted my shoulder away from her because I don’t like touching strangers and said, “Uh, my name is John Green?” And then she said, “My daughter says you are a man she knows from the Internet.” It took a few minutes to establish for this mother that we were in more of a Celebrity Encounter Situation than a To Catch A Predator Situation.

All of which is to say that Pizza John shirts are currently in stock at dftba.com.

(Source: melisur)

WHAT. EVENN.