Imagine Hazel dies, not Augustus. And in the last scene, Augustus is standing beside her grave, a cigarette in his mouth. Slowly, he reaches up to light it.

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feverto:

when you know something doesnt fit in the fridge but you force the door shut and let it fall out on someone else

wadethoughts:

wadethoughts:

sometimes i just think of how awful it would be to be locked in a giant wax museum for a whole night, except every wax figure is Nicolas Cage, and then one of them is the real Nicolas Cage but you don’t know which one. 

thoughts like this keep me up at night. 

I have no memory of ever posting this

intensional:

whydospn-merlindothiswhy:

intensional:

p0intless—blogger:

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imactinginsane:

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le-madcap:

intensional:

xomtrencherxo:

intensional:

Look at all those ducks

Those are chickens

Look at all those ducks

Those are chickens

Look at all those ducks

THOSE ARE CHICKENS

Look at all those ducks

T H O S E. A R E. C H I C K E N S.

Look at all those ducks

I fricken owned chickens a long time ago. THOSE ARE CHICKENS. I also own four ducks. I would know the difference. Those are not ducks nor will the ever be ducks.

Look at all those ducks

intensional:

whydospn-merlindothiswhy:

intensional:

p0intless—blogger:

intensional:

imactinginsane:

intensional:

le-madcap:

intensional:

xomtrencherxo:

intensional:

Look at all those ducks

Those are chickens

Look at all those ducks

Those are chickens

Look at all those ducks

THOSE ARE CHICKENS

Look at all those ducks

T H O S E. A R E. C H I C K E N S.

Look at all those ducks

I fricken owned chickens a long time ago. THOSE ARE CHICKENS. I also own four ducks. I would know the difference. Those are not ducks nor will the ever be ducks.

Look at all those ducks