But of course there is always a hamartia and yours is that oh, my God, even though you HAD FREAKING CANCER you… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Consider, O Lover, my throat white as cigarette paper. The crushed lavender of my knuckles. My heart, a dulled needle threaded through… — Cecilia Llompart Copy Share Image
When I used to go into bars people would try and fight me. Women would punch me 10 years ago or put… — Johnny Knoxville Copy Share Image
