December 2011
42 posts
“…I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into...”
– Haruki Murakami (via thoughtsdetained) (via beautyintherain) (via apologies) (via unicornology) (via ilikethesewords)
“I left the library. Crossing the street, I was hit head-on by a brutal...”
– Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via waitingforteaagain)
Come on, Come on, It's the end of the world: →
rightaheadyoungsailor:
I like to do things the same way over and over again. Like how I will always wash my face last in the shower, or take six gulps from the water fountain, or leave before I am left. And maybe it’s because I’m scared, or maybe it’s because I know I will be too reckless. I’ve scraped my knees more times than I can count, but don’t you know that’s how I tell when it’s time to...
