She belonged in libraries and book stores. She left her heart between the pages of her books.
Cause there’s this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat
Until I fall asleep
We die to each other daily.
What we know of other people
Is only our memory of the moments
During which we knew them. And they have changed since then.
To pretend that they and we are the same
Is a useful and convenient social convention
Which must sometimes broken. We must also remember
That at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.
Found the most beautiful bookstore today
Words are powerful things. They can break hearts and get panties wet.
John Green, Looking for Alaska
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