reading a foreign language: yeah
writing in a foreign language: ok
listening to a foreign language: wait
speaking in a foreign language: frick
some muggleborn like “i want to be an astronaut when i grow up!”
wizard kids like “wtf is an astronaut”
"oh you know…the people who go to the moon"
YOU CANT JUST GO TO THE MOON
YOU NEED A ROCKETSHIP
DO YOU HAVE A ROCKETSHIP, POTTER?
Dear Mr. Hank and John Green,
I just wanted to say you guys have most definitely helped me get through this hard time in my life. My mom passed away about a month ago, and ever since then it has been an ongoing struggle. I saw TFIOS about two weeks after she died, and a couple days after the funeral. I was sobbing throughout the whole entire thing. The casket. The funeral. It just felt so real, and I could connect with the film and book on such a deeper level than I used to. I could feel Hazel’s pain, and the rawness of her emotions.
My mom never could say the title right. I went to the Demand Our Stars night when you were in Nashville, and that was by far one of my favorite memories. I also won a poster from Mix 92.9 w/ you and the casts’ autographs. That day I won the poster, my mom was right beside me, hugging me tightly. She was so excited, I was crying and shaking on the phone. She went and got the poster for me. She was the kind of mom who would go to the ends of the earth for you. I was lucky enough she let me go the TFIOS event in Nashville! She cared so much about seeing her 4 kids happy.
Your vlogbrother videos often make me laugh, help me learn, and decrease world suck. I think you’d like to know, too, my mom taught blind kids at our state’s School for the Blind. I showed her Crash Course Biology, and she loved it so much, she thought it was great.
And like An Imperial Affliction, life just ends abruptly, you never know if you will get to finish your sentence. She never did. She mumbled as the machines tried to bring her back to life as she was carried out on a stretcher, but never again would I hear her form an actual sentence again.
I’ve learned that when there’s death, there is still life. And when there is life, there is still death. Hazel And Gus were never people. All I have is words on paper about them, but that doesn’t make them any less important to me. My mom lives in my memories now, as well as my pictures, videos, texts, etc. I know you’ve never met her, and you’ve never met me, but I feel like reaching out to those who affected me which also affected her gives me some sort of closure.
I know you’re both busy with VidCon right now, and I don’t know if you’ll ever actually read this, but I just thought I’d tell you how deeply emotionally attached I am to TFIOS. There are lots of things I learned I wouldn’t trade for anything. Being surrounded by the Nerdfighter community is definitely reassuring and I’m so thankful for it. I hope I can live out a life as rad as my mom’s, and as successful as yours.
So how are you doing? And answer honesty.
I am just going, honestly. I really don’t know how to explain it. The meals aren’t the same, we don’t have any of the same food she used to cook because my dad doesn’t have the time. I get all excited when her van is still in the driveway because that used to mean ‘oh mom’s home early’ when I got back from school, but now it never leaves the driveway. I miss hearing stories about her students, I miss her helping me in science. I miss her goodnight hugs and her warm nice breakfasts. We’re singing this piece in choir called “Illi Illi Tulog Anay” and it’s a lullaby to calm a baby, reassuring the baby that the mom has only gone for a while and she will come back, but this was sung in a country where it was dangerous just to walk out the door. My student teacher in choir started talking about it, and that’s basically how I feel. I keep waiting for her to come back, I keep waiting to hear her voice again, see another post on Facebook, see her cell number or work number again on the phone. Her garden is full of vegetable that only she loved and we pull weeds and tend to it almost every weekend. I will never get over it. And I don’t know how to handle it, I don’t know how to talk about it. I don’t know if people are tired of hearing about it. School is so stressful and I keep feeling on the edge about everything and because of the new schedule my grades aren’t as good as they used to be and I just. I totally have some good things going on but these thoughts are constantly within me… so yeah
when you’re at a new friend’s house and u too shy to ask for food