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" I always feel as if I’m struggling to become someone else. As if I’m trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I suppose it’s part of growing up, yet it’s also an attempt to re-invent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself - as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to defining myself. "
- Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via napred)
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" No one could say how long that life would last. Whatever has form can disappear in an instant. "
- South of the Border West of the Sun
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" Start making excuses and there’s no end to it. I can’t live that kind of life. "
- South of the Border West of the Sun
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" 'I'm sure tomorrow will be better,'
I wanted to believe that too. when I opened my eyes tomorrow, the world would be new, and every problem would be solved. But I couldn’t swallow that scenario. "
- Haruki Murakami - South OF THE BORDER, WEST OF THE SUN (via sylviafrancis)
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" Autumn finally arrived. And when it did, I came to a decision. Something had to give: I couldn’t keep on living like this. "
- South of the Border, West of the Sun
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" What we needed were not words and promises but the steady accumulation of small realities. "
- South of the Border, West of the Sun
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