It’s a paper town. I mean look at it… look at all those cul-de-sacs, those streets that turn into themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper thin and paper frail. And all the people, too. I’ve lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters

Margo Roth Spiegelman. Paper Towns, John Green, (via bearticeprior)