Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via dissapolnted)
I am both happy and sad at the same time, and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.
I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.
John Green, Looking for Alaska (via dissapolnted)
I’ve gotten some weird things in the mail and stuff like that. Like when I’m working. I remember, I’d go home after work to my hotel and someone drew a picture of me with my face and their number on it and it’s underneath my door. Hopefully they don’t kill me in the middle of the night.