The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.
Margaret AtwoodI wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.
Margaret AtwoodThe young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.
Margaret AtwoodI wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.
Margaret Atwood