i keep trying to memorize every detail of the moments i live in. in the soreness of my legs from standing so long at a concert, the chill of the night, the patterns of a tablecloth, the oily texture in my mouth after eating fried bananas. i keep trying to memorize the feelings, the quiet contentedness, the laughter, the excitement. i keep trying to memorize the people, their smiles, the way they speak, what makes them laugh. i’m constantly on the cusp of the next part of my life and that’s just so.. strange. but it makes it so much easier to find happiness no matter what’s happening to me, in a way? because i’m already kind of looking at life with those rose-colored glasses of nostalgia, simply because i know these are times i’ll never be able to live again, and these are people i might not always have, and that makes it so much easier to appreciate everything i might miss later.
before people sneer out their butts when john green’s new book “turtles all the way down” comes out, allow me to remind u 1.john’s work has always been written for teens. don’t rip into teens for reading fiction that was written for them and not necessarily u, also tatwd centers on a young girl living with ocd (a protagonist i kno my ocd ass would’ve benefited from a lot as a teen). 2. before u jump on john for romanticizing ocd, keep in mind he has always been open about his struggles with severe ocd and 3. his work has always centered on the idea of dismantling the way society romanticizes the suffering of young people vs. the way their suffering is actually treated by those around them and how this suffering twists the lives of those around us whether we like it or not. maybe that’s not your interpretation and that’s okay but if ur not a fan of john green’s work, don’t be an ass to the people who are