Maybe 'okay' will be our 'always
I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm okay. I'll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.
Iβm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that weβre all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth weβll ever have, and I am in love with you.
The food was so good that with each passing course, our conversation devolved further into fragmented celebrations of its deliciousness: 'I want this dragon carrot risotto to become a person so I can take it to Las Vegas and marry it.
He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace...
And then I crawled into his unmade bed, wrapping myself in his comforter like a cocoon, surrounding myself with his smell. I took out my cannula so I could smell better, breathing him and out, the scent fading even as I lay there, my chest burning until I couldn't distinguish among the pains.
What a slut time is. She screws with everybody.
