"As the clocked ticked forward, while the whole world went on without realizing thousands of people died this minute, we're drowning in oblivion. Time is unforgivable. And one day, these stories will be forgotten too and if that day comes, who still cares?" Where are my manners? I need to introduce myself first. I am Hazel Grace Lancaster and I am 16 years old. On my 13th year, I have been diagnosed with stage IV thyroid cancer, but I'm okay now. I guess. And this is my diary. {I know John Green wrote this book in 2011, but I wrote Hazel's Diary as it happened in 2013. The quote above is written by my lovely friend, @estehless who wrote "Letters From Augustus Waters." Do not read this story if you haven't read TFiOS! This contains spoilers.}

When Hazel Grace Lancaster dies she reunites with her love. But will they last forever? Were they meant to be? [ALL RIGHTS TO JOHN GREEN]

❝ my thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations. but you, hazel grace, you’re a supernova. ❞ // based on john green’s “the fault in our stars”

Follow smitten cancer survivors Hazel and Augustus on their journey through young love, through cancer and the heartbreaking difficulties of being a teenager in our modern life and times. Although cancer stricken, Hazel and Augustus defeating the odds, show the world how two young lovers are stronger than any.

Short and not so sweet idea of what could've happened atwater the ending of The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. This was actually a school assignment which is why it isn't as elaborate as I would like. Well. Enjoy! (:

All credits go to John Green the author of this amazing book. this is about what happens after the I dos. WARNING DON'T READ IS YOU HAVEN'T READ TFIOS

Some extra, for all the people who enjoyed The Fault in Our Stars, by John Green. Let me make this clear that this is not the original written by John Green, and this isn't even written by John Green.

Hi, I'm Hazel. I am diagnosed with lung cancer, because my lungs suck at being lungs. I met a boy with one leg at this Support Group I go to every Wednesday evening. And it turns out, he became my first real love. Though, he died a few years ago, and he's gone. That's it. I have no idea if I am okay or not okay, but that was pretty much our little infinity, and I've moved on. Well, it's actually quite the opposite. I haven't moved on at all really.