Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Okay? Okay.

One of my favourite parts of The Fault In Our Stars.

I couldn't be mad at him for even a moment, and only now that I loved a grenade did I understand the foolishness of trying to save others from my own impending fragmentation: I couldn't unloved Augustus Waters. And I didn't want to.
   "It's not fair," I said. "It's just so goddamned unfair."
   "The world," he said, "is not a wish-granting factory," and then he broke down, just for one moment, his rob roaring impotent like a clap of thunder unaccompanied by lightning, the terrible ferocity that amateur in the field of suffering might mistake for weakness. Then he pulled me to him and, his face inches from mine, resolved, "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."

I just cannot get over their story.

I'd rather be boozed up, used up and bruised up.

I get a sh-sh-shake in my knees every time you looks towards me

Still one of my favourites.

I love her.

I'm supposed to be sleeping early to adjust my sleeping pattern in preparation for my new job next week, but I just can't. She's so extremely captivating that I've been up re-watching the old videos of my old favourite songs of hers - originals as well as covers.
I feel all sorts of things when her vocal cords create the most breathtaking vibrations I can imagine.
What I'd give to meet her. What I'd give to be blessed with her voice serenading me a heart song. What I'd give to tell her in person how wonderfully and exceptionally amazing she is.
No matter what, I think she'll always be my first and always crush.