❝ 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”

When Hazel's beloved boyfriend (Augustus Waters) dies, she thinks life as she knows it is over. But when she goes to the hospital and discovers that she is pregnant, it is the best thing that ever happened to her...or the worst.

My name is Anna. I'm sixteen years old and I have cancer. But, don't worry about me. I'm perfectly fine. The people you should be worried about include my tulip obsessed mother, her mysterious lover, The Dutch Tulip Man, and my delusional hamster who thinks that running on that little wheel of his will actually get him somewhere. Welcome to my life. Special Thanks to: Augustus Waters Hazel Grace Lancaster Peter Van Houten And of course... Our beloved John Green, an amazing author who can bring characters and plots to life and who made this story possible. A/N ~~ There will be the use of one direct quote from TFIOS for AIA. Details in this story were inspired by the book. I do not claim ownership of them. All credits go to John Green. All rights reserved.

I long to love again; but the truth is, I've never seen true love, and the people I talk to have little knowledge of it. So I write what I long love to be.

Love and Hate; things/people you love and things/people you hate; Everyday life, different things and they need to be written about so.. here goes P.S: you have things for me to write about just message me and it'll be done COPYRIGHT (C) 2014 This_Is_Lizzy ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Whenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For if you trample o'er my heart As if it were a stone I'm afraid I'll stumble, fall And break my heart and bones. Each of these individual poems Are true, straight from my thoughts. And some still are from my heart And are Truer than the dawn.

[COMPLETED] My first collection of poetry. There are 50 poems: I hope you enjoy it. It was the story of my life. Is it the story of yours? Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013 - InkButterfly

You know that girl you called fat? She's been starving herself for God knows how long. You know that chick you called emo? She's been battling depression for years. You know that gal you bullied and whenever she would cry you would say "Aww is little Missy going to go cry to her mommy and daddy?" Her parents died a couple years ago and she's still grieving their death. The tiniest thing can hurt a person beyond words, but it can also shed light to a dark tunnel. This is Missy Vega's story about loss, hurt, betrayal and hope.