"I had just screen tested for ‘The Fault In Our Stars’ in LA with her and then she said she really liked my screen test and whatever and that she hoped I got the role and then, uh, I was going back to New York for the weekend and she gave me a brown paper bag covered in duct tape and said ‘Don’t open it until I tell you to open it." And I was in New York for like 5 days and I still had this bag in my desk or something and I got a call from the director, Josh Boone, of ‘The Fault In Our Stars’ telling me that I got the role, and he says ‘did Shailene give you a package?’ and I said ‘yeah’ and he said ‘go open it’, and I went open the package, um. Hold on, flash back…"
The Story of how Ansel Elgort got to know he got the role of Augustus Waters.
the fault in our stars
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THE BEST SHANSEL MOMENT IN HISTORY!
I’m alone. But that was the point. It doesn’t make me sad. I feel better being alone and there is nothing wrong with that.
What’s wrong is the fact that everyone around me treats me differently because I’m alone. It doesn’t take a scientists to figure out that if I wanted to be alone, fuck off. Don’t ask how I’m doing. If I needed something I would let you know. But nothing is wrong.
FUCK you for being upset about that. You are the reason why I think these things. You’re the reason why I’m afraid to walk in a mall. You’re the reason why I have panic attacks at concerts. You made me feel uncomfortable and inhumane. I looked in the mirror at a monster that created so much pain.
Just because I’m not you doesn’t mean it’s wrong. It doesn’t mean I’m depressed. It doesn’t mean I cut. It doesn’t mean I’m suicidal. I’m fine. Sometimes I wish I were dead so I don’t have to feel this way all fucking day long.
But it doesn’t matter. No one gives a flying fuck about why I am the way I am. It’s because I’m happy. In the end I need worry about myself, not you.
You stereotype my feelings and actions into something I am not.
I am not stereotyping your thoughts either. I can see the look of your face when I walk in the room. When I’m home another weekend by myself. When it’s clear I’ve been crying all fucking day. So don’t you dare turn this on me. It’s not selfish. I’m not going to punish myself to make you happy.
Fuck you. Fuck this bullshit.