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The part where Will’s dad is talking about boats and says he’s so proud of Will that he’s proud of himself.
I immediately start crying.
It’s been a weird day. This is like the third or fourth time I’ve cried today. Just weird.
*Reading totally means audiobook while I crochet.
p.s. When did this turn into a John Green appreciation blog?
this has been a gratuitous lovey dovey I love my boyfriend post.
We now bring you back to your regularly scheduled bad doodles, not very good photography, and reblogged pictures of cats and feminist quotes. Thank you.
It doesn’t feel bad, mostly just weird that he’s not in the backyard cock-a-doodle-doo-ing.
I think I might write a post about it later.
Would it be uncouth and disgusting to post some pictures? Maybe the least gore-y ones. They’re not really artsy or anything. I wasn’t in charge of the camera, I was in charge of cutting his head off. So.
I just ate his liver. It was delicious.