I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
    Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via regenapplaus)

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    What good are my eyes if it cannot see the truth. What good are my ears if it can’t catch their lies. What good are my lips if it cannot say what I need it to say.
    jenn satsune (via ohsatsune)


    my social studies teacher once told us “human beings are the most selfish of all. even when someone dies, you shed tears only because they are no more around to provide you with whatever they had been for so long”

    and it has been 3 years since she said this and this is still what i think about at night

    How often, you wonder, has the direction of your life been shaped by such misunderstandings? How many opportunities have you been denied—or, for that matter, awarded—because someone failed to see you properly? How many friends have you lost, how many have you gained, because they glimpsed some element of your personality that shone through for only an instant, and in circumstances you could never reproduce? An illusion of water shimmering at the far bend of a highway.
    Kevin Brockmeier, The View from the Seventh Layer (via feellng)
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