"I know. I'm just coming back for fun. Because it's great being alive with you!"
"Ha ha, Good reason."
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
"You know, Marcel Proust?"
"He's the guy you teach?"
"Yeah. French writer, total loser. Never had a real job, unrequited love affairs, gay. Spent twenty years writing a book almost no one reads, but he's also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare anyway; he uh gets down to the end of his life and he looks back and decides that all those years he suffered those were the best years of his life. Because they made him who he was. All the years he was happy, ya know total waste. Didn't learn a thing."
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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Your liver is stronger
Than your heart
It's better to drink
Than fall in love.
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