John and Hank twerking in The Monastery
So…weird thing about the dance I’m doing right here…it was originally improvized by some guy in Katherine’s high school during a production of West Side Story…she introduced it to me in college and now it has been performed in a monastery in front of 1000 people. So…yeah…you never know…you just never know.
I would not regret growing up as a sibling of these two gentlenerds.
(Source: shinylouis, via kayleelovesstrawberries)
One of the lovely ladies working there joined me in a conversation on how much of a crush we have on John Green.
| Isaac: | Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should've gotten more. |
| Augustus Waters: | Seventeen. |
| Isaac: | I'm assuming you've got some time, you interupting bastard. |
| Isaac: | I'm telling you, Augustus Waters talked so much that he'd interupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness. |
| Issac: | But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him. |
