"These are the words I want etched n my gravestone: That I was a helper. And that I danced." ~Anne LaMott in Grace, Eventually
June 20, 2007
"Hungover? Like an alcoholic preacher on a Sunday morning." ~John Green, Looking for Alaska
"There's your labyrinth of suffering. we are all going. Find your way out of that maze." ~John Green, Looking for Alaska
"My mouth tasted like a skunk had crawled into my throat and died." ~John Green in Looking for Alaska, describing a hangover
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