“Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, 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

“Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, 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 daydreamism)

Been on sleeping pills for a week now and insomnia hasn’t gone yet. I just want to sleep. I’m so tired. But I can’t.

So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide

Meredith Grey (via moaka)

(via daydreamism)

Don’t you get that feeling

wherein you’re either in a semi-inlove or semi-heartbroken phase where everything’s just OK? Not great and not that bad but just ok? Like you sit out there and stare outside the car window and you imagine things like somebody’s arms around you but you don’t feel that sad. You just kind of wish on things even though you’re quite sure they won’t come. I don’t know, it’s a pretty nice feeling if you ask me. Or maybe I’m just being a hell of a delusional fella.

And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.

Roald Dahl (via kushandwizdom)