ya kno john green books can be really poetic and meaningful and stuff but if you frame them in the context of real life it’s like wow if i knew a teenager this pretentious in person i would not hesitate to smack em upside the head
Hey. I wish we were alone right now. I'd put my arms around you and kiss your neck. Then I'd slowly go lower. And lower. Until you tell me to stop. Then I'd turn you around and push you against a wall. And trace the outline of your body.