If people were rain i was drizzle and she was a hurrican.
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What a slut time is. She screws with everybody.
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How wil we ever get out of this labyrinth of suffering?
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Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? I mean, I've always felt like the Katherines dump me right...
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We got off at the next exit, quietly, and, switching drivers, we walked in front of the car. We met and I held him, my hands balled into tight fists a...
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I leave, and the leaving is so exhilarating I know I can never go back. But then what? Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving th...
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The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves.” Easy enough to say when you’re a Roman nobleman (or Shakespeare!), but there is no sh...
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It lit up like a Christmas Tree Hazel Grace...
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He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace...
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I called Isaac, who cursed life and the universe and God Himself and who said where are the goddamned trophies to break when you need them, and then I...
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We don't get to choose if we get hurt in this world, old man, but we do have a say in who hurts us. I know I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.I ...
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The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rockstar and you think, "They'll remember ...
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Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
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The food was so good that with each passing course, our conversation devolved further into fragmented celebrations of its deliciousness:'I want this d...
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Where is my chance to be somebody's Peter Van Houten?' He hit the steering wheel weakly, the car honking as he cried. He leaned his head back, looking...
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