This is about... Well, frankly it's not always about Will Grayson, tho. There is this dude named Tiny Cooper as Will Grayson's bestfriend and he is gay. And this girl named Jane who finally become Will Grayson's girlfriend. And finally they meet the other guy which is gay and also have a name Will Grayson (written on all-low-caps). And in the other will grayson's life, he have Maura which—uhm, you have to read the story. It's quite long if I explain it over here. Oh but, one more spoiler: Tiny Cooper ended up with will grayson.
Okay, so.. As wikipedia said, John Green written the Will Grayson character's life while David Levithan writtern the will grayson's part. And the way they met is so... I don't know man, it just awesome like how can they create such a masterpiece?
So here's the quotes from Will Grayson, Will Grayson.
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To begin with, you cannot possibly pick your friends.
Honestly, none of them ever seemed to like me, but they were around, which isn't nothing. And now they aren't around, leaving me utterly bereft of social peers.
I don't really understand the point of crying. Also, I feel that crying is almost—like, aside from deaths of relatives or whatever—totally avoidable if you follow two very simple rules: 1.Don't care too much. 2. Shut up.
I respond the way I always do: by looking down and walking straight and fast. I know they're kidding. I know part of knowing someone is being mean to them or whatever. So I shut up, and I don't care, and I keep walking, and soon it's over.
i am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me. those seem to be the two choices. everything else is just killing time.
i do not say 'good-bye.' i believe that's one of the bullshittiest words ever invented. it's not like you're given the choice to say 'bad-bye' or 'awful-bye' or 'couldn't-careless-about-you-bye.' every time you leave, it's supposed to be a good one. well, i don't believe in that. i believe against that.
it's like those people who become friends in prison even though they would never really talk to each other if they weren't in prison.
i have no idea why anyone would want to become a teacher. i mean, you have to spend the day with a group of kids who either hate your guts or are kissing up to you to get a good grade. that has to get to you after a while, being surrounded by people who will never like you for any real reason. i'd feel bad for them if they weren't such sadists and losers. with sadists, it's all about the power and the control. they teach so they can have an official reason to dominate other people. and the losers make up pretty much all other teachers, from the ones who are to incompetent to do anything else to the ones who want to be their students' best friends because they never had friends when they were in high school. and there are the ones who honestly think we're going to remember a thing they say to us after final exams are over. right.
when i look at the guys and girls at the other tables, i wonder what they could possibly have to say to each other. they're all so boring and they're all trying to make up for it by talking louder. i'd rather just sit here and eat.
if anyone ever uses lol with me, i rip my computer right out of the wall and smash it over the nearest head. i mean, it's not like anyone is laughing out loud about the things they lol. i think it should be spelled loll, like a lobotomized person's tongue does. loll. loll. i can't think any more. loll. loll!
or ttyl. bitch, you're not actually talking. that would require actual vocal contact. or <3. you think that looks like a heart? if you do, that's only because you've never seen scortum.
(rofl! what? are you really rolling on the floor laughing? well, please stay down there a sec while I KICK YOUR ASS.)
'cause friendship should not be as easy as that. it's like people believe all you need to do is like the same bands in order to be soulmates. or books.
omg . . . U like the outsiders 2 . . . it's like we're the same person! no we're not. it's like have the same english teacher. there's a difference.
Some people have lives; some people have music.
At 3:30 the next afternoon, the eight period bell rings, and for a nanosecond, I feel the endorphins sizzling through my body that usually indicate I have successfully survived another school day without anything happening, but then I remember: day ain't over yet.
"Why would you like someone who can't like you back?" The question is rhetorical, but if I wasn't trying to shut up, I'd answer it: You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.
I'm sitting here thinking, God, I swear I will take a vow of silence and move to a monastery and worship you for all my days if you just this once provide me with an invisibility cloak, come on come on, please please invisibility cloak now now now.
all sorts of yayness floods my brain. love is such a drug.
this is a game we play. most of the time we're not serious. like, there are different ways it could go.
i can imagine living them. i don't even picture it. instead i'm in it. [...] that peace. it would be so happy, and it makes me sad because it only exists in words.
Maybe I am a robot after all. I have no idea what to say, so I go ahead and say the worst possible thing.
at this moment, i want to jump ahead in time, or, if that doesn't work, i'll settle for travelling back in time.
"I don't know," I say finally. "People are pretty fucking weird, if you haven't noticed."
"Do you believe in epiphanies? Like, do you believe that people's attitudes can change? One day you wake up and you realize something, you see something in a way that you never saw it before, an boom, epiphany. Something is different forever. Do you believe in that?" "No. I don't think anything happens all at once. I mean, anything that happens all at once is just likely to unhappen all at once, you know?"
"... I think you're great, and very cute—and by cute I mean beautiful but don't want to say beautiful because it's cliche..."
Not that smart. Not that hot. Not that nice. Not that funny. That's me: I'm not that.
I know it's immature, but I don't care. Sometimes you need your best friend to walk through the doors.
they don't know what they've got till it's gone.
I just think that if you don't say the honest thing, sometimes the honest thing never becomes true.
"But with friendship, there's nothing like that. Being in a relationship, that's something you choose. Being friends, that's just something you are."
"I'd pick you. Fuck it, I do pick you. [....] We've been friends too long to pick, but if we could pick, I'd pick you."
you'd think that silence would be peaceful. but really, it's painful.
you know there's no such thing as a complete lie. there's always some truth in there.
weltschmerz. it's the depression you feel when the world as it does not line up with the world as you think it should be.
in my kind of falling, there's no landing. there's only hitting the ground. hard. dead, or wanting to be dead. so the whole time you're falling, it's the worst feeling in the world.
because we can't stop the weltschmerz. we can't stop imagining the world as it might be.
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Can't believe that I only pick a little of lines. Well, I drowned on the book, alas. Like I did when I read the Perks of Being a Wallflower. :))
But, here's how Will Grayson follow his rule to shut up:
and this is how's will grayson shut his mouth:
And I found it amazing because they can actually stand to ignore people THAT MUCH and I have no idea how that could be. :))
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