"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 larmoyante)

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What happened to us?

omgxannabelle:

Every once in a while, I’ll start to get that empty feeling in my heart again and I’ll read through our old messages to see what went wrong. We used to be so close. We talked every single day, texted 24/7, and talked on the phone for hours, and now we can hardly keep a conversation going. I miss you, I miss us, I miss the memories, I miss everything that had to do with you. But you left me, and just like everyone else who left, you never gave me a reason why.

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benjiez:

mis0neism:

Exist.

So my girlfriend is an amazing writer. I’m sure a good handful of you guys that follow me already follow her, or one of her old blogs because she’s pretty popular around the tumblr-sphere, but if you don’t i strongly encourage you do and read some of her stuff. http://mis0neism.tumblr.com

benjiez:

mis0neism:

Exist.

So my girlfriend is an amazing writer. I’m sure a good handful of you guys that follow me already follow her, or one of her old blogs because she’s pretty popular around the tumblr-sphere, but if you don’t i strongly encourage you do and read some of her stuff. http://mis0neism.tumblr.com

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