life is like the weather. here are some obvious things about the weather : it's real. you can't change it by wishing it away. if it's dark and rainy, it is dark and rainy and you can't alter it. it might be dark and rainy for two weeks in a row.
but it will be sunny one day. it isn't under one's control as to when the sun comes out, but it will come out. one day. life is as real as the weather. and equally not under one's control. not one's fault.
NO. No no no. I don’t want to screw you. I just love you. When did who you want to screw become the whole game? Since when is the person you want to screw the only person you get to love? It’s so stupid, Tiny! I mean, Jesus, who even gives a fuck about sex?! People act like it’s the most important thing humans do, but come on. How can our sentient fucking lives revolve around something slugs can do. I mean, who you want to screw and whether you screw them? Those are important questions, I guess. But they’re not that important. You know what’s important? Who would you die for? Who do you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don’t even know why he needs you? Whose drunken nose would you pick?!
John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson (via feellng)