“Here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.”—Haruki Murakami - South of the Border, West of the Sun (via ayme-v)
You’ve got your ball You’ve got your chain Tied to me tight tie me up again Who’s got their claws In you my friend Into your heart I’ll beat again Sweet like candy to my soul Sweet you rock And sweet you roll Lost for you I’m so lost for you
Im going to give up meat lol what a creative title I must say. Gosh here start my run on sentences, I’m such a carnivore and I’m anemic so I’m not sure if this is the best thing but I’ll just make sure to substitute my meat with tofu and…other not so delicious things lol so difficult to do when I spend 12 hours at school tomorrow.
“It’s not even about sex. I don’t care about sex. What’s important is to wake up with someone. To spoon with that person. That’s what matters, the spoon. Knowing that if a bad guy comes, someone is there.
That’s a metaphor. Bad guys never come. You wake up with the wind.
A warm belly, the one who loves you breathing against your shoulder.
That’s it, the spoon.”—from Les Amours imaginaires (via growing-orbits)