Press play and enjoy fuckers.
At first I’m just like “it’s fucking clapping, I don’t ca-” and then he began to sing and I took in such a deep breath my uncle had to make sure I was ok.
GOOD BYE FRIENDS I AM GONE
If you don’t reblog an acoustic version of My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light ‘Em Up), something is wrong with you.
THIS IS SACRED
I had a dream were youtuber’s had their own hunger games but they played in pairs depending on who they were shipped with the most and would get sponsors by doing cute things..
In my dream it was the most intense thing ever but in reality it would probably just look like this..
Look at troye, what a little twink ;)
I’M SO CONFUSED people are liking and reblogging this left right and centre..
WHY IS NO ONE QUESTIONING THIS?!
THEY ARE YOUTUBERS MADE ONTO CATS DRESSED AS SUSHI!!
Believing in even the possibility of a happy ending is a very powerful thing. -Once Upon A TimeI’m sick of people looking down on YA novels because they’re for “silly teens”. It sucks to grow up in a place where the government does nothing for you, everything revolves around money, and people keep telling you that it’s impossible to get jobs and the economy sucks, and then when you try to find a place to forget about all that, a safe haven from the suckiness that is reality, you’re told that it’s silly and dumb. Maybe when they—and when I say they, I mean anyone who looks down on anyone for reading YA, or even books in general—Maybe when they think “Oh, another dystopian novel” they don’t realize that these stories with bleak views of the world are not so different than the way we see our own world. And when they say “Oh, another cheesy teenie-bopper love story” they don’t realize that the romance behind the story is the representation of hope that these people refuse to give us in real life. (And also—who are they to judge TFIOS as “another teenie-bopper movie”. Like, stop being a condescending judgmental jerkface. AUGUSTUS DIES, ASSHATS. Teenagers are a little bit more complex than you’d like to think.) Where else are we supposed to find other teens like ourselves who find a way to transcend their barriers? Other people see a depressing dystopian world, I see someone ordinary like me being extraordinary. So excuse me if I’d like to think I’m not stuck in a craphole. Excuse me for having an imagination. I’m not looking for Dickens prose or Spielberg cinema, I’m looking for a story that makes me happy. People can trash my books, trash my movies, call them stupid or silly or a waste of time. But at least they’re giving me hope, unlike the real world.
I read several dozen stories a year from miserable, lonely guys who insist that women won’t come near them despite the fact that they are just the nicest guys in the world.
..I’m asking what do you offer? Are you smart? Funny? Interesting? Talented? Ambitious? Creative? OK, now what do you do to demonstrate those attributes to the world? Don’t say that you’re a nice guy — that’s the bare minimum.
“Well, I’m not sexist or racist or greedy or shallow or abusive! Not like those other douchebags!”
I’m sorry, I know that this is hard to hear, but if all you can do is list a bunch of faults you don’t have, then back the fuck away..
..Don’t complain about how girls fall for jerks; they fall for those jerks because those jerks have other things they can offer. “But I’m a great listener!” Are you? Because you’re willing to sit quietly in exchange for the chance to be in the proximity of a pretty girl (and spend every second imagining how soft her skin must be)? Well guess what, there’s another guy in her life who also knows how to do that, and he can play the guitar. Saying that you’re a nice guy is like a restaurant whose only selling point is that the food doesn’t make you sick. You’re like a new movie whose title is This Movie Is in English, and its tagline is “The actors are clearly visible”.
This never gets old.
My best friend legitimately thinks Hank has been hired by John’s publishing company to get him publicity through video blog. She has thought this since I showed her Vlogbrothers in 2009 and won’t take my word for it. She insists the brother thing is an act, because they are “too different to be related” and “don’t even live in the same state”. I am concerned. This has been an ongoing argument for 6 years now. I don’t know why I still try to prove it.
Holy. Crap. I just found an email argument between me and some random internet person about evolution and creationism. Apparently I thought this was important enough to print out and save for TWENTY YEARS!!!
Cannot tell you how many times I’ve been on the phone with Hank and it’s clear he isn’t listening and then I say you’re not listening and then he says, “Hold on someone on the Internet is wrong about something.”
You just got reblogged and commented on by John Green! Be honored !
He’s…he’s my brother…
I am legitimately okay with this and suddenly wish there were no movies in the first place so that more posts like this could exist. So that more people would look at the basic context clues IN the books and imagine things like this.