IANA. SEVENTEEN. NYC. 112∞
I decided a while ago not to deny myself of the simple pleasures of existence.
“I wish love was like volleyball. When you say “mine,” everyone would back off, and the ball would be all yours. But it isn’t, because love is like basketball. Everyone’s aiming for it. And if you don’t know how to hold the ball well, others will steal it from you. - Sarah Dessen.”