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My name is Hazel. Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won’t be able to get ore than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knew. I will not tell you our love story, because - like all real love stories - it will die with us, as it should. I’d hoped that he’d be eulogizing me, because there’s no one I’d rather have… I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this. There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s 0.1 and 0.12 and 0.112 and infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we use to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he go. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinite. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.

Hazel Grace eulogy for Augustus Waters.

The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. 

(via vintagedirectioneer)

troppical-bliss
oxyhaemoglobin:

Nothing beats this kind of intimacy, when it’s about 3am and it feels like you’re the only two people in the world. There are no words or intentions, you’re just happy lying next to each other knowing that you never want to do this with anyone else. Just to consider that you’re each, essentially, a bag of bones and organs and muscles, and yet you’re both so much more than that because you’ve found each other and suddenly everything makes so much sense.

oxyhaemoglobin:

Nothing beats this kind of intimacy, when it’s about 3am and it feels like you’re the only two people in the world. There are no words or intentions, you’re just happy lying next to each other knowing that you never want to do this with anyone else. Just to consider that you’re each, essentially, a bag of bones and organs and muscles, and yet you’re both so much more than that because you’ve found each other and suddenly everything makes so much sense.