fishingboatproceeds:

I am thinking tonight of a year ago, when Sarah and Henry and I were preparing to leave for Amsterdam, huge swaths of the book that would become TFiOS still either unwritten or horrible (and still without a title).

I was sick, and I was also overwhelmed with anxiety, all these constant humming…

I love this man. What a freaking perfect hero to have. 

If I’m going to be a writer, I want to be one like him. I don’t say this often, but God bless you, John Green.