when i was little i learned what schizophrenia was from TV and for a while i was really afraid because i thought i had it since i always heard my own voice in my head so finally i told a doctor and he informed me that what i was experiencing was called thinking
(Source: dysphoriadaughter, via cityofbluefood-and-who)
Hazel: How am I going to Amsterdam?
Augustus: Do you have a wish?
Hazel: No, I used my wish pre-miracle.
Augustus: What'd you do?
Hazel: *sighs loudly* I was thirteen.
Augustus: Not Disney.
Augustus: You did not go to Disney world.
Augustus: Hazel GRACE! You did not use your one dying wish to go to Disney world with your parents.
Hazel: And also Epcot center...
Augustus: Oh my God. I can't believe I have a crush on a girl with such cliche wishes.
Hazel: I was thirteen.
Don’t you just hate it when you finish reading an amazing book in a public place and you look around and the world is still continuing normally as if you never experienced such an emotional tragedy like you just did? And you just feel like you have to do something different. Yeah, reality can sometimes suck.
my mom is trying to pick a colour for her new wheelchair and me and my dad are telling her to get black and she’s just like “but how will I know if someone is stealing it” and my dad is just like “because you’ll be sitting on the floor” and she slapped him
there is a difference between people who are smart and people who get good grades
you mean the difference between wisdom and knowledge
knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit
wisdom is knowing not to put a tomato in a fruit salad
lucky to have both, bitchess