Right, except I'm not going to lie to my mom, because what kind of (man) lies to his own mother?

I mean, if Hardee's is urban, I'm not sure I want to see rural.

I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm okay. I'll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.

Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? But I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myself—if they could live in my memories—would anyone, anyone, love me?

In the end, I had to call myself a faggot, which really annoyed me, because 1. I don't think that word should ever be used by anyone, let alone me, and 2. As it happens, I am not gay, and furthermore, 3. Chuck Parson made it out like calling yourself a faggot was the ultimate humiliation, even though there's nothing at all embarrassing about being gay.

Abligurition: an actual, if very obscure, English word, which means the spending of too much money on food.

I finally found something that can stop the fox. The fox cannot summit Strawberry Hill.” - Takumi