It’s so sad that some of the loveliest and kindest people dislike themselves a lot
I have physical scars all over my body, but it’s the mental scars I’m worried about anyone seeing.
My Mind Is My Worst Enemy // Cicatrice (via wheremythoughtsare)
Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?
Clarice Lispector, A Hora Da Estrela (via 5000letters)
I reached out my hand. No one was beside me. I was alone, abandoned, at the edge of the world.
Haruki Murakami - Dance Dance Dance (via murakamistuff)
When you are used to the kind of life—of never getting anything you want—you stop knowing what it is you want.
Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via nanobotswarm)