The Book Cover
(Source: cinderellainrubbershoes, via murakamistuff)
Repose...
There are some things in this world that can be changed and some that can’t. And time passing is one thing that can’t be redone. Come this far and you can’t go back.
Haruki Murakami - South of the Border, West of the Sun (via pickledpumpkins)
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// from pickledpumpkins
Before human beings possessed fire or tools or language, the moon had been their ally. It would calm people’s fears now and then by illuminating the dark world like a heavenly lantern. Its waxing and waning gave people an understanding of the concept of time. Even now, when darkness had been banished from most parts of the world, there remained a sense of human gratitude toward the moon and its unconditional compassion. It was imprinted upon human genes like a warm collective memory.
// from children-of-the-stars
There are various reasons why an individual might habitually consume large quantities of alcohol, but they all effectively boil down to the same thing.
Haruki Murakami - A Wild Sheep Chase (via murakamistuff)
// from murakamistuff
That awkward moment when you accidentally make eye contact with someone like 5 times.
(Source: temporaryblueberries, via most-awkward-moments)
// from temporaryblueberries
to the monster I’ve dreaded long before, the one I swore to hate, and wrote to keep still.
change is the most feared, yet sometimes thought as the most inevitable.
to the monster you’ve become, should you be given a chance for redemption, or are you far from salvation..
though everything is said to happen for a reason, i have yet to unravel such
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tip, tap, tip, tap
the showering rain knocks on the window pane
lying, listening to its rhythm
a song lies within the discorded storm
~night thoughts
we give, we take,
we live, we break.
from the choices we make,
to thy we sustain such hate?
*out of my mind again
