Imagining trying to explain to my 12-year-old self that John Green is your favorite non-fiction author and Hank Green is your favorite fiction author
Don’t understand how John Green could write something like “I’m stressed about work, even though my work is absurdly inessential.”
There’s a reason I return again and again to all of his work. I deeply feel that my life has been saved with the hope and wonder and joy he has given me. Art is not a luxury. It’s a necessity.