That’s the thing about cake…it demands to be eaten.
This is the most brilliant thing out of all things that are brilliant.
I ate the cake the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once…
My thoughts are like icing I can’t fathom into lettering…
It would be a pleasure to have my cake eaten by you, Hazel Grace.
It’s a metaphor, see. You put the cake between your teeth but you don’t give it the power to be tasty.
This is the best thing ever.
when you find yourself scrolling through tumblr for 30 minutes, still with a towel wrapped around you after you have taken a shower
this face looks so fucking beautiful right now
By the way, I passed all the exams ✨