“Also, it’s such a weird thing to care about. Like, imagine if I started eating Cheerios for breakfast, would Cheerios be like, “I’m the 48th cereal you’ve tried eating?!?! I don’t feel special!” Well then screw you, Cheerios, I can’t go into the past and uneat all those cereals, but that doesn’t mean I don’t genuinely enjoy your whole-grain crunch.”—John Green, when asked “Do you think it matters how many people someone has slept with?” (via thursdayisaholiday)
for an extra sexy bedroom surprise, blindfold him, put on your favorite sexy song, slowly and sensually slide his clothes off, layer by layer, and when you finally let him take the blindfold off, you have been a bear the whole time
who thinks that video game commercials that show the player character doing wacky shit as a way to sell the game are annoying as hell? Like, I’m more concerned with mechanics and story than I am with the possibility of kicking some faceless NPC in the crotch and blowing him up with an RPG launcher.
“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”—