All Will Grayson, Will Grayson, All the time.

There once was a boy named Will Grayson, and then there was another one
candlejack:

It is also hilarious.

candlejack:

It is also hilarious.

(Source: a-realist)

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klni:

Basically.

klni:

Basically.

This is what I never allow myself to need. And of course I’ve been needing it all along.

Will Grayson, Will Grayson (via pprthoughts)

That’s what the voices in your head are for, to get you through the silent parts.

David Levithan, Will Grayson, Will Grayson (via daisypickings)

We gotta open the box,” she tells me.

“Um,” I say. […] “The cat has a boyfriend,” I point out.

“I’m not the cat, actually. The cat is us. I am a physicist. You are a physicist. The cat is us.”

“Um, okay,” I say. “The physicist has a boyfriend.”

“The physicist does not in fact have a boyfriend. The physicist dumped her boyfriend at the botanical gardens because he wouldn’t shut up about how he was going to the Olympics in twenty sixteen, and there was this little voice in the physicist’s head named Will Grayson, saying, ‘And at the Olympics, will you be representing the United States of the Kingdom of Douchlandia?’ So the physicist broke up with her boyfriend and insists that the box be opened, because she kind of cannot stop thinking about the cat. The physicist won’t mind if the cat is dead; she just needs to know.

Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green and David Levithan (via kyrandis)