“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”
It’s eyes were almost like, reptilian. But there was something about them. You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can actually see are their eyes and you feel like you know ‘em but you just can’t figure out who it is?
do you ever just get the overwhelming urge to cry because you think you’re not going to go far in life because you’re not as smart or as talented as the people around you
do you ever feel lonely and unwanted even if you are with your friends
television: favorite shows
Welcome to the real world. It sucks. You’re gonna love it.