There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.
|—||Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via thegirlandherbooks)|
This is the story of how I died. Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. This is the story of a girl named Rapunzel.
“I’m gonna like this post so I can find it later.”
And maybe by imagining these futures we can make them real, and maybe not, but either way we must imagine them.
|—||John Green, Paper Towns (via epicjohngreenquotes)|