Hazel is wrong about infinite cardinality, but she’s right that some infinities are larger than others. I wanted her to be wrong but right because that’s how we muddle through as observers of the universe - forging meaning where we can find it; from fact and fiction alike. And as my brain drowned in jetlag, I thought of the months I lived here, (Amsterdam) so much of that time I was sick and crippled with anxiety, but all I can think about now as night fell, was how much you can love made-up people; and how much you can miss them.
– John Green, about Amsterdam and TFIOS (via eastrum)
fishingboatproceeds:

I am reblogging this from Wil Wheaton, who posted it on his tumblr. I said a thing that Wil Wheaton posted on his tumblr.
(Once, I met Wil Wheaton at the Los Angeles Times Book Fair. He was very nice.)

THIS

fishingboatproceeds:

I am reblogging this from Wil Wheaton, who posted it on his tumblr. I said a thing that Wil Wheaton posted on his tumblr.

(Once, I met Wil Wheaton at the Los Angeles Times Book Fair. He was very nice.)

THIS

Stopped by half price books to try and find The Hunger Games.  Walked out with signed copies of two of my fav books.  

Cheers, JScribble! You successfully made a 22 year old squeal like a tween at a Bieber concert.  

*insert quote about Great Perhaps or drizzling hurricanes here*

Stopped by half price books to try and find The Hunger Games. Walked out with signed copies of two of my fav books.

Cheers, JScribble! You successfully made a 22 year old squeal like a tween at a Bieber concert.

*insert quote about Great Perhaps or drizzling hurricanes here*

Hazel is wrong about infinite cardinality, but she’s right that some infinities are larger than others. I wanted her to be wrong but right because that’s how we muddle through as observers of the universe - forging meaning where we can find it; from fact and fiction alike. And as my brain drowned in jetlag, I thought of the months I lived here, (Amsterdam) so much of that time I was sick and crippled with anxiety, but all I can think about now as night fell, was how much you can love made-up people; and how much you can miss them.
– John Green, about Amsterdam and TFIOS (via eastrum)
fishingboatproceeds:

I am reblogging this from Wil Wheaton, who posted it on his tumblr. I said a thing that Wil Wheaton posted on his tumblr.
(Once, I met Wil Wheaton at the Los Angeles Times Book Fair. He was very nice.)

THIS

fishingboatproceeds:

I am reblogging this from Wil Wheaton, who posted it on his tumblr. I said a thing that Wil Wheaton posted on his tumblr.

(Once, I met Wil Wheaton at the Los Angeles Times Book Fair. He was very nice.)

THIS

Stopped by half price books to try and find The Hunger Games.  Walked out with signed copies of two of my fav books.  

Cheers, JScribble! You successfully made a 22 year old squeal like a tween at a Bieber concert.  

*insert quote about Great Perhaps or drizzling hurricanes here*

Stopped by half price books to try and find The Hunger Games. Walked out with signed copies of two of my fav books.

Cheers, JScribble! You successfully made a 22 year old squeal like a tween at a Bieber concert.

*insert quote about Great Perhaps or drizzling hurricanes here*

"Hazel is wrong about infinite cardinality, but she’s right that some infinities are larger than others. I wanted her to be wrong but right because that’s how we muddle through as observers of the universe - forging meaning where we can find it; from fact and fiction alike. And as my brain drowned in jetlag, I thought of the months I lived here, (Amsterdam) so much of that time I was sick and crippled with anxiety, but all I can think about now as night fell, was how much you can love made-up people; and how much you can miss them."
"You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, but you do have some say in who hurts you."

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