I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.

Walt Whitman is HOT! I mean, that guy could sound his barbaric yawps over the roofs of my world any time.

He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace.

You know what ambrosia tastes like? It tastes like all the things you can't eat on Weight Watchers. Cheeseburgers, sugar cookies, regular freaking ice cream instead of, like, ice cream that's made out of air and human hope.

Support Group featured a rotating cast of characters in various states of tumor-driven unwellness. Why did the cast rotate? A side effect of dying.

How can you seperate those things though? The people are the place is the people.

Because you are beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence