January 2010
“i felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness,...”
– charles bukowski (via jeanniepak) (via alyssasayshello)
“No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be...”
– Haruki Murakami (via suzywire)
rest in peace, J.D. Salinger.
pretty gutted.
“It happens to you, doesn’t it? Hatred for the world, which will very cheerfully...”
– Vladimir Nabokov (via suzywire)
