"Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book."
John Green, The Fault In Our Stars (via t1213121t1213)

A hundred years from now, i’ll still be all alone, in the cold police box that holds so many memories of you

fool’s gold (par poorly written history)
"When you were sick you worried because you could not give me something that you wanted to and thought I needed. You needn’t have worried. Just as I told you then there was no real need because I loved you in so many ways so much. And now it is clearly even more true — you can give me nothing now yet I love you so that you stand in my way of loving anyone else — but I want you to stand there. You, dead, are so much better than anyone else alive."
An excerpt from a letter that Richard Feynman wrote to his late wife, 16 months after she passed away at the age of 25. (via helplesslyamazed)

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