I came here looking for a Great Perhaps, for real friends and a more-than-minor life.
I thought of the one thing about home that I missed, my dad's study with its built-in, floor-to-ceiling shelves sagging with thick biographies and the black leather chair that kept me just uncomfortable enough to keep from feeling sleepy as I read.
This was not a place you go to live. It was a place you go to die."- Paper Towns
He really was beautiful. I know boys arenโt supposed to be, but he was.
People always get used to beauty though.
I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should hope for a time when she would be a distant memory - recalled only on the anniversary of her death, or maybe a couple of weeks after, remembering only after having forgotten.