/lit/ - Literature

>>8556036

John Green, I am the John Green in question.

Hi anon! John Green here. This is currently one of the top search results related to me, so I suppose I should answer directly.

1. When we call someone a faggot online the term is directly correlated with their perceived sexual orientation. I think we give sexual orientation too much power.

2. In my admittedly limited experience, the Internet is not particularly good at telling you whether or not you are actually a faggot.

3. This thread is incredibly lucky (and privileged) to not have any faggots in it. I am not sure why you would want to be a faggot. Like, I am not in need of a huge dick in my mouth. I feel like having a huge dick in my mouth would stress me out.

Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.

>He ate the last of the eggs and wiped the plate with the tortilla and ate the tortilla and drank the last of the coffee and wiped his mouth and looked up and thanked her.

>He took great marching steps into the nothingness, counting them against his return. Eyes closed, arms soaring. Upright to what? Something nameless in the night, lode or matrix. To which he and the stars were common satellite. Like the great pendulum in its rotunda scribing through the long day movements of the universe of which you may say it knows nothing and yet know it must.

>He ate the last of the eggs and wiped the plate with the tortilla and ate the tortilla and drank the last of the coffee and wiped his mouth and looked up and thanked her.

>namedropping

Because here’s something else that’s weird but true: in the day-to day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship.

Attractive? Yes. But I'm not sure I'd call him a writer...

RIP DFW
1962-2008