everyone has that one celebrity where no matter how shitty of a day you’re having just seeing their face or hearing their voice makes you smile and for that split second you forget about your reality and are taken away to that made up world in your head where it’s just you and them
god bless the guardian film reviewers
Yes it was a fantasy. Dedicated to and inspired by a real girl who was dying and wanted to live and wanted to love. I’m sure her family is really happy to see all these assholes tearing into her dream.
Her sister says reading the book and watching the film was like watching her sister getting a second chance at life.
I haven’t even read the thing, I probably won’t see it in theatre, I’ve never read a John Green book but I really am sick of this shit.
Fuck the guardian film reviewers.
Prettified? She’s on an oxygen tank the entire movie and I’m pretty fucking sure the boy dies. He fucking dies.
Of fucking cancer
WHat the fuck
Please try to honestly tell me now that it’s not just some hipster bullshit trend to piss all over this story.
everyone’s grandparents seem to have really cute stories of how they met, and like my grandparents met when my grandma was running away from police during a protest and she jumped on the back of my grandads motorcycle and just screamed “DRIVE FUCKING DRIVE”
I dunno man I think that story’s pretty fuckin cute.
a shooting star is actually someone driving off rainbow road