"A huge, bloated raccoon with matted hair lies dead, no visible trauma, its fur falling off, one of its ribs exposed. Radar turns away and heaves, but nothing comes out. I lean down next to him and put my arm between his shoulder blades, and when he gets his breath back, he says, 'I am so fucking glad to see that dead fucking raccoon.'" -Paper Towns
Katie - Sixteen - Minnesota -
I like Harry Potter and British television and pretty things and John Green and those two gay guys on Glee and Niall Horan's face.
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