Mindless Ambitions

This is how I roll. From the ATL. 17, female. Look ahead to the future and don't dwell on the present.

I’m becoming the person I used to.

All this knowledge. Gone.
All this passion. Gone.

Popped two generic Vicodin just now. Need to get away from this mess.

What have I become? 

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Identity Crisis by Mason Phillips.

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What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.


I do, Augustus.
I do.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via littlehobbits)

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The man that I named the Giver passed along to the boy knowledge, history, memories, color, pain, laughter, love, and truth. Every time you place a book in the hands of a child, you do the same thing. It is very risky. But each time a child opens a book, he pushes open the gate that separates him from Elsewhere. It gives him choices. It gives him freedom. Those are magnificent, wonderfully unsafe things.

Lois Lowry at her Newberry Award acceptance speech (via immatureliterature)