Not all those who wander are lost

"I will burn the heart out of you."
"I have been reliably informed that I don't have one."

Irene. Twenty. Med student. Amateur chef. Misanthrope, cynical, adorable indeed. I spend most of my time alone, because I don't really like people. I love watching movies and telefilms, but I mostly read.

This is a multifandom blog, because I obsess over lots of things.

Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.

"The day after my mom took me to the zoo where she liked the monkeys and I liked the bears, it was a Friday. I came home from school. She gave me a hug and told me to go do my homework in my room so I could watch TV later. I went into my room, and she sat down at the kitchen table, I guess, and then she screamed, and I ran out, and she had fallen over. She was lying on the floor, holding her head and jerking. And I freaked out. I should have called 911, but I started screaming and crying until finally she stopped jerking, and I thought she had fallen asleep and that whatever had hurt didn’t hurt anymore. So I just sat there on the floor with her until my dad got home an hour later, and he’s screaming ‘Why didn’t you call 911?’ and trying to give her CPR, but by then she was plenty dead. Aneurysm. Worst day. I win. You drink."
John Green, Looking for Alaska
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