That’s the reality of it. It did happen. You were hurt badly, and those scars will be with you for ever. I feel sorry for you, I really do. But think of it like this: it’s not too late to recover. You’re young, and you’re tough. You can patch up your wounds, lift up your head and move on.
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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 I have been drowning for so long, I became one with the sea that is killing me.
— mkp (via frails)

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 To be with her is to feel a pain, like a frozen knife in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is that I’m thankful for it. It’s as though that frozen pain and my very existence are one. The pain is an anchor, mooring me here. I stare at my hands and think of the dogwood beyond the window, glinting in the moonlight. That’s where the blade that’s stabbing me in the heart lies.
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

Anonymous wrote:
how do you have so much faith and love inside of yourself that you believe you'll do great things? do you think that's better then being negative about yourself all of the time?


more than anything, I have this unshakable hope for this world that has really driven me through this little life of mine. the times I feel most full of love are when I feel in sync with the world, which hasn’t been the case lately. I’ve been very cruel to myself, and this self-inflicted negativity has left me with a bad taste in my mouth and has been fucking with my homeostasis. i keep myself busy in times like these. it doesn’t work for long. I’ll have to deal with these feelings soon. but still, but still, but still!

the other day at the train station in white plains, over the highway and through the trees a parade of dandelion wisps came fluttering, filled the entire sky with these little white, dreamy cloud bits. I was so giddy, so absolutely fucking happy. the small girl next to me noticed them too, and we looked up and laughed together. it was like when I first bought my skateboard, or when it first thundered this year and I ran outside with my roommate and danced and whooped around our little corner of third ave. there’s a magic here in this world. it’s what keeps me sane, keeps me going. my love for this world moves me forward. in myself I am a messy human being. I appreciate all that can take me out of my own little head. writing, forests - it’s all the same to me.

everything I do, really - all of my belief and love for myself - stems from my plain and simple gratitude for being a little human being in this world. I don’t want to do great things, whatever that means. everything I do is to get this feeling. I chase the moments that make me feel closer to the flow of things, and I try to hold onto those moments because I’m human, write them because I’m selfish in my desire for preservation.

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 One of the most courageous decisions you will ever make is to finally let go of whatever is hurting your heart and soul.
— Brigitte Nicole (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

 I don’t care about losing people who don’t wanna be in my life anymore. I’ve lost people who meant the world to me and I’m still doing just fine.
— Pleasure P (via xhromosomes)

 Millions of words passed between us in our lives and if it came down to one sentence, I would tell you only this:
I am afraid I will love you always.
— Fortesa Latifi (via madgirlf)

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 The sexiest thing in the entire world is being really smart; and being thoughtful and being generous. Everything else is crap. I promise you. It’s just crap that people try to sell to you to make you feel less. So don’t buy it.
— Ashton Kutcher (via killincouture)

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 The most amazing thing of all has been you. You changed my life. […] I feel as if I have to tell somebody about this or I’ll burst, somebody who’ll understand what I’ve gone through. Nothing like this ever happened to me before. And it’s all because of you.
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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 If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore  (via madametoutnnoire)

 Slowly like a film fade-out, the real world evaporates. I’m alone, inside the world of the story. My favourite feeling in the world.
Haruki MurakamiKafka on the Shore

 My life ended when I was 20. Since then it’s been merely a series of endless reminiscences, a dark, winding corridor leading nowhere. Nevertheless, I had to live it, surviving each empty day, seeing each day off still empty. During those days I made a lot of mistakes. No, that’s not correct — sometimes I feel that all I did was make mistakes. It felt as though I was living at the bottom of a deep well, completely shut up inside myside, cursing my fate, hating everything outside. Occasionally I ventured outside myself, putting on a good show of being alive. Accepting whatever came along, numbly slipping through life.
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore