Alyssa looking at the world... talking about stuff. 20. College student abroad in London which you can read about here! This blog is pretty great because it oscillates between fangirling and pretentious intellectualism, and if you don't think that's great, that's okay too, but you should probably not follow because then you'd just be annoyed and that would be silly. On a scale from the Doctor's real name to Israel has nukes, how secret is your secret?
Motto: Whatever works/ pragmatism
“The book I most want to do right now, because I’m the closest being ready to do it, is The Fault in Our Stars,” Godfrey told us. “It is the best book, it makes you rip your guts out, it makes you want to go out and live a better life. I love it, I can’t wait to make it.”
“I’m producing it, Scott Neustadter and Michael H. Weber, who wrote 500 Days of Summer, wrote the script – it’s brilliant. I’m getting ready to hire a director, we’ve got all the actresses you would ever want to be in it want to play Hazel Grace. So I’m excited about that.”
I love you, Wyck, but only Augustus gets to call her Hazel Grace.
SO excited I literally just started tearing up which is not ok because I’m at work.
I was crying when I read this. Like actually sobbing.
Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should've gotten more.
I'm assuming you've got some time, you interupting bastard.
I'm telling you, Augustus Waters talked so much that he'd interupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.
But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.
I’m having The Fault In Our Stars-scale tears right now, because that was amazing. Special thanks to my pink stuffed hippo, Charlie, for letting me cry all over him and hug him nonstop, and Fandomcollision for reminding me to get tissues!
If you haven’t read The Fault in Our Stars yet, I highly suggest you do so (or listen the audiobook). John Green got what it’s like to care about someone with a chronic or terminal illness exactly right. Instead of writing a book where the protagonist learns a lesson and rises above or some other BS, he wrote about real teenagers. I can’t tell you how much this book meant to me. I laughed, I cried, and I’ve been gushing about it to anyone who will listen ever since.
While this quote wasn’t specifically talking about any kind of learning disability, I really identified with it.
It’s like all the parts of my life are colliding! If there was a Doctor Who, Sherlock, or Joss Whedon reference, it would almost completely sum me up! DFTBA
TFiOS sadness is so different than Reichenbach sadness. I don’t know why; they both make me cry. A lot. But Reichenbach sadness is the kind of sadness that you share with other fans, and make jokes about, and want to give Jawn hugs over. TFiOS sadness… you stay in your room and cry and your heart hurts and your head hurts and you don’t want to talk about it.
Do you think that if you read The Fault in Our Stars by John Green, then watched The Reichenbach Fall episode of Sherlock, and then read Alone in the Water, you could die from crying too much? Oh man, what if you threw Marley and Me or P.S. I Love You into the mix? These are the things that I think about just when I wake up.