god hates baguettes

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“Well, while you were in the bathroom, I sat down at this picnic table here in Bumblefug, Kentucky, and noticed that someone had carved that GOD HATES FAG, which, aside from being a grammatical nightmare, is absolutely ridiculous. So I’m changing it to ‘God Hates Baguettes.’ It’s tough to disagree with that. Everybody hates baguettes.” 
― John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
Well, while you were in the bathroom, I sat down at this picnic table here in Bumblefug, Kentucky, and noticed that someone had carved that GOD HATES FAG, which, aside from being a grammatical nightmare, is absolutely ridiculous. So I’m changing it to ‘God Hates Baguettes.’ It’s tough to disagree with that. Everybody hates baguettes.
Well, while you were in the bathroom, I sat down at this picnic table here in Bumblefug, Kentucky, and noticed that someone had carved that GOD HATES FAG, which, aside from being a grammatical nightmare, is absolutely ridiculous. So I’m changing it to ‘God Hates Baguettes.’ It’s tough to disagree with that. Everybody hates baguettes.
—  ― John Green, An Abundance of Katherines

Hey, guys, our first zine is out now! They include a piece of writing from each of our authors as well as some drawings of Maggie’s. We’d love to give them out for trade, though, if you don’t have something to trade, we’d also accept a dollar so that we can keep making these! Contact us through a message if you’re interested!

Well, while you were in the bathroom, I sat down at this picnic table here in Bumblefug, Kentucky, and noticed that someone had carved that GOD HATES FAG, which, aside from being a grammatical nightmare, is absolutely ridiculous. So I’m changing it to ‘God Hates Baguettes.’ It’s tough to disagree with that. Everybody hates baguettes.
—  An Abundance of Katherines by John Green
Thoughts From A Graveyard

 The other day, my friend and I were driving around town and ended up at the Mason’s Graveyard. Having nothing else to do, we decided that we would search for the  grave with the oldest date of birth. We walked through the rows of headstones, reading off the names and dates engraved on them. To us, these people were only these names. All of their lives were summed up here, on these tombs. All we would know about Sindey and Estelle Rosenburger would be that they were beloved parents with lots of flowers decorating their grave. Where they were born, how they met, what their jobs were, if they had careers or happiness- these were things that we’ll never know. 

     On our walk, we met an old, incredibly friendly man who talked to us, repeating everything he said at least twice. He told us about his wife and that every day, he walks through the graveyard to come see her. They had been married for 55 years until her death 6 years ago. He told us about her family and his life and how much he loved her. While talking to him, I realized that that is why people get married for life- because they love someone so much that they have to be with them, even after they die. This man loved his wife so strongly that he couldn’t stand to be away from her, even in death. He couldn’t remember that he’d already told us something, but he could remember all the details of his love for her.  They undoubtedly had their problems, but through it all, there was love, and maybe it’s just because I’m young, but that is amazing and beautiful to me.

     After all this, I couldn’t help but think that through all of its complexities, life really boils down to a sentence on a tombstone and stories told by people who love us. No matter how many bridges we regretfully burn or how many nights we cry, it is the good things that are told about us after our deaths that are remembered. I like this. It means, to me, that in the end, we just need to do as much right as we can and keep enough people who love you around to write you a good obituary.

-M