“I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.”—Franz Kafka, The Castle (via vavin)
All of the boys I loved, I loved quietly. They were whispers dancing with bad rap music and secrets inside of my best friend’s ear – swallowed confessions left unspoken. I kept quiet, and they never looked my way. When I was thirteen I felt a numbing tightness around my chest, and when I went to…
“I want you to spend the night,” you said. And it was definitely your phrasing that ensured it. If you had said, “Let’s have sex,” or “Let’s go to my place,” or even “I really want you,” I’m not sure we would have gone quite as far as we did. But I loved the notion that the night was mine to spend, and I immediately decided to spend it with you.
“If you hear that someone is speaking ill of you, instead of trying to defend yourself you should say: He obviously does not know me very well, since there are so many other faults he could have mentioned.”
“So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that’s stolen from us - that’s snatched right out of our hands - even if we are left completely changed people with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.”—The Sputnik Sweetheart - Haruki Murakami (via kari-shma)
“Everyone walks around with a part of themselves broken and bent out of shape, a little portion of themselves out of sync and crumbling thanks to the nature of loving and trying to be loved by other people.”—Tegan & Sara (via iminastate)
“In the world we live in, what we know and what we don’t know are like Siamese twins, inseparable, existing in a state of confusion. Confusion, confusion.”—The Sputnik Sweetheart - Haruki Murakami (via kari-shma)
“I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip one hour more of sleep and live.”—The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via epigenetics)