How can a man like John Green write something as gut-wrenchingly heart-breaking as tfios
and then throw himself against a wall to test if he is an octopus
Harry Potter isn’t real? Oh no! Wait, wait, what do you mean by real? Is this video blog real? Am I real if you can see me and hear me, but only through the internet? Are you real if I can read your comment but I don’t know who you are or what your name is or where you’re from or what you look like or how old you are? I know all of those things about Harry Potter. Maybe Harry Potter’s real and you’re not.
For the first couple years of elementary school, due to an extremely well-meaning teacher, I believed that the kids were not saying that I had cooties, but that I had cuties.