“I’m sitting in a coffee shop alone. Where are all the witty, feminist, art boys and why aren’t they falling in love with me?”
My thoughts about 7 hours ago and I’m beginning to think John Green lied to me seeing as I can’t seem to come across anyone near Augustus Waters. Maybe the problem is I’m nowhere near Hazel Grace but surely there should be enough metaphors for everyone? If not, I’m disappointed..
Eh, I’ll just carry on hibernating in my room with a schedule that consists solely of tumblr, eating food and making horrendously bad edits.