Do you ever miss watching me pick at my nails? Do you ever miss the smell of my perfume, or the way my hair felt against your back?
Where are his parents
A lot of the time when people ask me about songwriting the most popular question I get is, ‘How do you know where to start?’ which is a good question. I guess the simple answer would be I just write about the things that haunt me the most, I guess. And you know, that sounds kind of depressing, but good things can haunt you the same way as bad things can haunt you. Good memories can leave even more of a mark or a scar on your heart as the bad times, and the bad memories, and the slamming doors, and the fights. So when I say that I write about things that haunt me, they’re not always about bad ghosts. I think you can have a lot of ghosts that you’re carrying around with you. Sometimes you wish you could forget the good times even more than the bad times because you just keep replaying the things you remember all too well.
because of that picture we had people writing “ridin the pony” fanfiction and sexual frustration for months..
I wrote about cancer, writing, and friendship for the LA Review of Books.
I loved this essay about The Fault in Our Stars and supporting a young person with an incurable cancer diagnosis. It’s the best review of the book I’ve read.
A. O. Scott wrote a brilliant and troubling review of the TFIOS movie; Hopper’s essay is a kind of response to it, and one that I found very encouraging. It helped me to think about what books ought to do, and what they can’t do.
JUST WATCH IT
who the fuck is snapchatting in the serenghetti