what i planned to do this summer
- paint and make art
- hang out with friends
what i actually did
- ruined every friendship i have
Sometimes I just want to cry at how much Burt loves his son and how far out of his comfort zone he is willing to step for him - and it had to be hard, because he’s a widower and doing it alone, because he’s got to feel sometimes like Kurt’s mother would have done things so much better, because he has this son who isn’t at all like he expected but whom he still loves more than anything - because he just wants Kurt to be Kurt. That is truly beautiful.
Day 18: Favourite Klaine Background Moment
IVE NEVER DONE SO MUCH DAMAGE WITH ONE FINGER
this does NOT work on the phone or on touchscreen computers and im SO ANNOYED
my best friend just realized 30 minutes before her curfew that she’s an hour away from home in the most dangerous part of the city alone with the buses no longer running so she calls the police to take her home i cant stop laughing
update the cop that came to pick her up is a hot 20 year old guy thats flirting with her and now im not laughing anymore
SHE FUCKING HOOKED UP WITH THE COP
fuck the police
Sherlock turning up to crime scenes with John likeaww yisssss murder
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’s no one I’d rather have… Okay, how not to cry. How am I—okay. Okay. 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.