"He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong."
"When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth."
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via 1112pm)
You never need to apologize for how you chose to survive.
"She wanted a smile that was meant only for her."
dont talk about how cheap it is to eat healthy ever unless youve literally been at the grocery store with your last 6 dollars like “okay let me figure out how to feed 8 people with this”