"Acting all fancy on the outside when you’re in-fact a person with horrid temperament on the inside, is for naught.
People will know.”
I utterly dislike people who refuse to apologize. People who find that their ego triumphs over everything and anything else. Apologizing is NOT difficult at all. If I had to describe how apologizing feels, it makes you feel better. A burden is lifted, a barrier is removed and you know that you’ve tried your very best regardless. People who thinks they’re right all the time despite anything? Just go wallow in your overflowing bowl of self absorbed ego.
It seemed like I had forgotten
Yet you didn’t voice out your grieve
Ignoring the task you were assigned to
Persevering, you merely silently followed
Noticing, they started coming back
Grasping on to you as you did
For fear that I’d lose them again
Stopping. Closing. To permanently fix it in.
The cold and wet, filled with a stench
Icetrays of seafood, specifically huge lobsters
Attached at the hip
Like two peas in a pod
Everything buzzed at their peak
Everything was absolute
It had to end.
Your task is your life
Sealing the ending countless times
Obliterating wouldn’t happen again.
After getting all the raves about the fault in our stars, I finally got around reading it. (Friend sent me a PDF version because I’m definitely not paying for it and neither do I have the time to head to the library)
I have a love hate relationship with the author using bombastic words. (Maybe my vocab is just too lousy, I don’t know) I enjoyed learning new words, but at times I find that they’re just too unnecessary? Which is similar to people using “herewith” in emails.
I think Gus death came too abruptly (which makes sense because you don’t exactly have time to prepare for someone’s death irl) but the fiction seeker part of me doesn’t like it because, well, reality sucks.
The only thing I honestly felt worth taking away from this book (let’s just ignore all the non stop retweeting/blogging/gramming/etc. of phrases people took from it) is the reminder of:
I think one if the worst feeling in the world is wanting to talk to someone about something, but that something is that someone.
Where Hazel mentioned that the only person she wanted to talk to about Gus’s death was Gus. That was the only time when it hit me in a spot while reading.
I actually just felt “felt-less” throughout the book. Isaac turned blind? Neh. Lost a gf? Neh. Supposedly died and heard mum saying she’s not a mum anymore? Neh. Bf died? Neh.
Okay just felt like typing these all out, even if its meaningless, dumb, and that I don’t have the skills to. Not to mention that a billion people probably wouldn’t agree. (Right now I should insert the usual I have freedom yada yada) I must say I’ve definitely read a ton more well written books so why the rave about this? I honestly don’t get it.
How do you tell someone close that they’re being too, obviously superficial, without hurting them?
You’re really good at making me dislike you. Ha ha.
Waking up sad
Don’t claim to be someone you’re not.
YAY can you tell it was actually a day photo?
Biggest takeaway from dinner with woo: (it’s pretty mild and lame but idk it just stuck to me & I’d like to remember it so.. Tumblr)
Me: *spills water on phone*
Woo: Ah I’ll go get tissues
Me: Aye it’s fine, got some.
Woo: FINALLY a girl who carries tissues with her. Why is the role reversed! Seems like it’s always the guys who’re bringing it out now.
HA HA HA woo you funneh
As we grow older, it becomes much easier to accept that people leave as easily as they came. It isn’t a big deal anymore……. :-)