"I’m telling you," Isaac continued, “Augustus Waters talked so much that he’d interrupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.”
that time in the night when you can’t stop yawning but can’t get to sleep either
"This is the moment where you leave him and come with me."
"Yes. Are you coming?"
You all deserve someone who makes you feel like 3:16 of No. 1 Party Anthem all the time