El asunto con Margo Roth Spegelman es que realmente todo lo que podía hacer era dejarla hablar, y entonces cuando se detenía, hablarle valientemente para que siguiera, debido a los hechos que: 1. Estaba Eindiscutiblemente enamorado de ella 2. Era absolutamente sin precedentes en todas las formas, y 3. Realmente nunca me hacía
preguntas, así que la única forma de evitar el silencio era mantenerla hablando.
Creo que Chuck Parsons tenía un libro de texto atado a su estómago.
Se llaman abdominales le dije.
Oh, sí. He oído hablar de esos.
Mia,' she whispered. I turned around. 'What?' I whispered back.
She smiled at me a little. 'LEEERRROOOY JEEENNKKIINNNSS!' she shouted, then spun around and ran toward the Z's in the lighting section.
Tag: humor zombies zombie-apocalypse world-of-warcraft leeroy-jenkins
Best day of my life was January 9, 1997. I was eight years old and my mom and I went to the zoo on a class trip. I liked the bears. She liked the monkeys. Best day ever. End of story.
John GreenTag: alaska-young
so I just sat there surrounded by Dutchness, feeling awkward and hopeful.
John GreenIt looked nothing like America. It looked like an old painting, but real - everything achingly idyllic in the morning light - and I thought about how wonderfully strange it would be to live in a place where almost everything had been built by the dead.
John GreenThe world contains a lot of dead people.
John GreenEvery moment of your life is lived for the future--you go to high school so you can go to college so you can get a good job so you can get a nice house so you can afford to send your kids to college so they can afford to send their kids to college
John GreenIt was awfully quiet. Chicago only gets this quiet when it snows, he thought. And then he flipped open the phone, pressed the voice button, and said “Katherine.” He said it softly, reverently.
Five rings and then her voice mail. Hey, it’s Katherine, he heard, and in the background cars rushed by. They’d been walking home together from the RadioShack when she recorded the message. I’m not, uh. And she uhed, he remembered, because he’d goosed her butt as she tried to talk. Uh, at my cell phone, I guess. Leave me a message and I’ll call you back. And he remembered everything about it, and also everything about everything else, and why couldn’t he forget and beep.
“Hey, it’s Col. I’m standing in a soybean field outside of Gutshot, Tennessee, which is a long story, and it’s hot. K. I’m standing here sweating like I had hyperhidrosis, that disease where you sweat a lot. Crap. That’s not interesting. But anyway, it’s hot, and so I’m thinking about cold to stay cool. And I was remembering walking through the snow coming back from the ridiculous movie. Do you remember that, K? We were on Giddings, and the snow made it so quiet, I couldn’t hear a thing in the world but you. And it was so cold then, and so silent, and I loved you so much. Now it’s hot, and dead quiet again, and I love you still.”
Five minutes later, he was trudging back when his phone began vibrating. He raced back to the spot with good reception and, breathless answered.
“Did you listen to the message?” he asked immediately.
“I don’t think I need to,” she answered. “I’m sorry, Colin. But I think we made a really good decision.” And he didn’t even care to point out that they hadn’t made a decision, because the sound of her voice felt so good –well not good exactly. It felt like the mysterium tremedum et fascinans, the fear and the fascination. The great and terrible awe.
We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think we are invincible because we are.
John GreenTag: looking-for-alaska john-green
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