You are helpful, and you are loved, and you are forgiven, and you are not alone.

I still think that maybe the "afterlife" is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. Maybe we are just matter, and matter gets recycled

At least I carpe'd that one diem.

Ya gotta live somewhere, but also you GET to live somewhere.

Above us, the wind blew and the branching shadows rearranged themselves on our skin. Gus squeezed my hand. "It is a good life, Hazel Grace.

Barnacles on the container ship of consciousness.

I stood under the awning for a moment, but finally I decided that being in a bad mood with your friends beats being in a bad mood without them.