You came and went like sunsets. You always came back. But you only stayed for so long.
I’ve gone to garage sales and bought all the books that looked interesting. So I always have something to read. But there is so much to do: cigarettes to smoke, sex to have, swings to swing on. I’ll have more time for reading when I’m old and boring. Alaska Young, Looking for Alaska (John Green)
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