YOU KNOW THIS SONG.
YOU KNOW EVERY WORD.
JUST DO IT.
HUSH!!! STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND SING.
My mom: WHAT THE HELL IS A SECRET TUNNEL AND WHY ARE YOU SINGING ABOUT ONE SO. LOUDLY?
I DON’T EVEN HAVE TO HIT PLAY BEFORE I REBLOG
I’d watch the shit out of these movies
This was the single funniest thing I have ever seen a president do.
I’M STILL LAUGHING.
I will never not reblog this.
Let’s all take a moment to remember that Obama actually fucking did this omg
Johanna is incredibly perceptive, sarcastic and brash. She speaks her mind, regardless of the consequences, or who she hurts. While Johanna has a very hard exterior, she definitely understands the greater good of the districts and would lay down her life for freedom.
“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”
Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”
oh my god
I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.
I’m almost afraid to want it.
John Green, we’re waiting.
“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”
I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.
You begin to ask me something.
“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”
I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.
“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”
Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.
“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”
Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.
“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”
You ask me if I’m afraid.
And oddly, I’m not.
“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”
It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you.
You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.
You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.
I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.
“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”
You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.
There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.
“You can do it.”
For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.
The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.
“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”
SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL
“I love you.” She whispered softly closing the book. Her fantasy must end and he must die with it no matter how great their love. Tears fell from her eyes, landing upon the hard worn cover of her most beloved book. The book in which lied the love of her life. The book that loved her back. She ached to open it again but she could not continue like this. She must move on and live a life not in her precious book. Sobs racked her body as she walked to the self, hesitantly sliding her beloved book into the shelf. It was only for a time, she told herself. That she would come back again and read the story of her love again and that she may fall in love again. Whipping her eyes she turned toward the door, but froze in her tracks. A man stood there, concern lining his every feature. She knew that face. It was exactly as she had pictured it, from every line of his jaw to the exact color of his eyes. This can’t be possible.
“Why are you crying?” Oh, his voice. That was his voice. It was as soothing as she had imagined. Her knees grew week and her mind went numb. She struggled for words as he approached her slowly, he knelt before her and touched her cheek, worry etched in his gentle movement. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?”
She could only choke out, “You’re real?”
FUCK IT GOT BETTER
I don’t remember if I rebloged it the last time I read it, but since I cried even though I already knew what was going to happen, it deserves to be here again if I did.
A slow but confused smile spanned his lips, “Of course I am. Can’t you feel me?”
And she could. Of course she could. He was warm as the sheets of her bed in winter when she would nest in them with his book. His skin was as smooth as it’s pages and slightly rough but delicate nonetheless. And beyond the physical she could feel his energy beside her. The there-but-not-there feeling of simply not being alone.
"Yes." She breathed, tears spilling over the corners of her eyes and down her cheeks as she smiled, "Yes."
All at once she was in his arms and she was floating, floating the way she did when she let her mind wander away to worlds etched from words. He was real. He was real and he was there with her.
"Don’t leave me please." She whispered. "Please don’t disappear."
"I won’t." He pressed a soft kiss behind her ear, "Not ever."
She became lost in the warmth and comfort of his embrace, completely ignoring the small tug on her back. When he took his head out of the cranny of her neck, staring into her eyes, she stared back. She noticed all the little details in them, how they were as black as ink, yet seemed to hold a whole galaxy inside if one looked. The tug came again, but stronger, forcing her to break eye contact as she glanced down. She could see nothing pulling on her, yet it came again, making her stumble backwards. “What-” she was cut off by the strong pull and she fell onto her back. She watched, confused and horrified, as dark tendrils started to wrap around her and her surroundings started to fade away. “Help me!” She cried out to her love, but he did not help.
“It’s time for you to come back.” He said, sorrow and joy mixed together in his words. He smiled down at her as the world blackened more, until all that was left was his face. She sobbed as the blackness slowly took over each beloved feature, until he was no more and there was only darkness.
She floated there, seemingly forever, until finally she saw a small white light. The light quickly expanded, surrounding her as completely as the blackness had. Slowly, the light dimmed enough for her to make things out. Focusing her eyes, she saw that she was in a completely white room, lying on a white bed, with tubes snaking in and out of every visible part of her body. She turned her head to the right, her breath catching when she saw him. The man, her love, was there. He was sleeping in a chair with his head lying on his shoulder in what must have been extremely uncomfortable.
She reached out her arm, trying to say his name, but all that came out was a croak. Still that was enough to wake him. He woke groggily, and took her hand. Suddenly the grogginess was gone and he looked up at her with an expression of disbelief coloring his face. “You’re awake,” he whispered. Then louder, “You’re awake!” He got up and cupped her face gently in his hands, peppering her face with kisses. He then ran to the door, shouting down the hall, “Nurse, come quickly, she’s awake!”
In a matter of moments she was surrounded by a doctor and a few nurses checking her pulse and removing tubes from her body. It seemed to take forever, but eventually they finished, leaving her with her love. He came to her, sitting gently on the edge of the bed and taking her hand in his. “I thought I’d lost you,” he said, tears of joy now streaming down his face.
“What happened?” She choked out. Then began the story of how, four months earlier, her and her fiancé had gotten into a bad wreck, which had ended with her in a coma. “I was asleep?” she whispered to herself, “but it felt so real.”
Her fiancé heard the barely there whisper, “What felt real? What did you dream?”
She then told him wistfully of the book that had showed up one day on her doorstep, of falling in love with the man inside it, of the man appearing in flesh and bone in her home, and of being sucked into the blackness, only to be thrown into this room with him. She looked deep into his ink black eyes, and smiled, finishing her story with, “The man in the book was you.”