“Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time.”—Haruki Murakami (via hellanne)
“You go up to a man, and you say, ‘How are things going, Joe?’ And he says, ‘Oh, fine, fine — couldn’t be better.’ And you look into his eyes, and you see things really couldn’t be much worse. When you get right down to it, everybody’s having a perfectly lousy time of it, and I mean everybody. And the hell of it is, nothing seems to help much.”—Sirens of Titan, Kurt Vonnegut (via smoothposer)
“Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.”—Richard Siken (via marinah)
“My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while.”—Fernando Pessoa (via misswallflower)
God, I’m cynical today. I feel like fucking Jesus, not that I’m one to indulge in blasphemous acts, (Har har har.) saying ‘hi’ to all the mouse-faced devotchkas and having every other veck and ptitsa hate me or are unaware that I exist.