All children, except one, grow up.

It means nostalgia for a place you've never been. Or people you've never met. Or maybe people or places that never existed at all. I mean, they're never as real as they are in your mind. Right?

Quote reblogged from Rachel, Interrupted
And in freedom, most people find sin.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via rachel-interrupted)
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