January 2011
10 posts
back to the beginning
and i wish i’ve never met you. the next time you come around, i won’t be here.
Gazing at the rain, I consider what it means to belong, to become part of...
– Dance, dance, dance by Haruki Murakami (via suzywire)
Two people can sleep in the same bed and still be alone when they close their...
– Haruki Murakami (via restartmyheart)
amythroughthelookingglass:
always