"My name is Hazel. Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won’t be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because - like all real love stories - it will die with us, as it should. I’d hoped that he’d be eulogizing me, because there is no one I’d rather have. I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this. There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful."
And thank you, Mr. Mosby. For taking care of me all these years.
the relationship between these two was far more interesting than just about anything disney channel has ever produced
he was the father figure in her life because her dad was never around. Im crying
THIS FUCKING SCENE
THESE FUCKING TWO
FIRST YOU THOUGHT THE CALL WAS GOING TO BE SOMETHING STUPID LIKE SHE FORGOT TO TIE HER SHOELACES OR SOME SHIT
THEN SHE TURNS AROUND AND DROPS THIS FUCKING BOMB
OH MY GOD DO I CRY
(Source: hurryputter, via so-glad-were-neighbors)
nothing fucked me up more than hearing the line “now they’re going to bed and my stomach is sick, and it’s all in my head but she’s touching his chest” in mr brightside and REALIZING THAT SICK AND CHEST DON’T RHYME… ….SH E’S NOT TOUCHIGN HIS CHEST…..
"Don’t live the same year 75 times and call it a life."
So I’m posting this a little bit late, but can we take a minute to appreciate the best graduation present ever? It’s an altered book that my mom made out of the Fault in Our Stars. (Since she knew it was one of my favorite books) It’s kind of like a scrapbook, only it’s made out of the pages of a book instead (John, I hope that you don’t mind that my mom altered it). She used pictures, clippings, material, and other things I’ve gotten way back from when I was little to Senior Year. She even made tabs in some places, so you can lift it up and see the quotes. Thank you so much mom. This truly is the best graduation present ever.