Why do tears come so easy
when you look at the sun?
an abandoned chest of roistering literature for the drunk and rampant reader.
Why do tears come so easy
when you look at the sun?
I waited in line to meet John Green today for about 2 hours. He was signing books that whole time. When I finally reached the front of the line, I sort-of-jokingly asked him, “How’s your hand holding up?” And he looked up at me with wide, borderline-manic eyes and said flatly, “My head always goes before my hand.”