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"But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink,..."
"But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning."- Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via livelysoulmeetsbody)
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luna-trabem: the accuracy of how much this is like my life...
the accuracy of how much this is like my life right now hurts my heart way too much.
chrisbetweensleep: from within the fog… (at Pacific Coast...
from within the fog… (at Pacific Coast Highway)
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da-isy-dust: da-isy-dust i love her hair
i love her hair
eliego: untitled by l1ajuana on Flickr.
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