...But there's always suffering, Pudge. Homework or malaria or having a boyfriend who lives far away when there's a good-looking boy lying next to you. Suffering is universal. It's the one thing Buddhists, Christians, and Muslims are all worried about.

I wish I knew how to quit you, Tumblr.

My regret was immediate and permanent and useless.

But once that string gets cut, kid, you can't uncut it. Do you get what I'm saying?

All representations of a thing are inherently abstract.

There are times when you just have to let it all out. All the anger, all the pain.

I told Augustus the broad outline of my miracle: diagnosed with Stage IV thyroid cancer when I was thirteen. (I didn’t tell him that the diagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You’re a woman. Now die.)