I bought these over the weekend. Bad timing. They’re enticing me to read them because they’re just sitting beside the laptop but I have tests this week.I think I’m just procrastinating.
As if to build a fence around the fatal emptiness inside her, she had to create a sunny person that she became. But if you peeled away the ornamental egos that she had built, there was only an abyss of nothingness and the intense thirst that came with it. Though she tried to forget it, the nothingness would visit her periodically - on a lonely rainy afternoon, or at dawn when she woke up from a nightmare. What she needed at such times was to be held by someone, anyone.
(Source: kolatea, via bloodisthenewblackk)
Two people can sleep in the same bed and still be alone when they close their eyes.
(Source: danseurs, via bloodisthenewblackk)
I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music.
(Source: vashti, via bloodisthenewblackk)
Yeah the only thing stopping me from reading any Murakami books is because they’re all translated. It may be beautiful in English(heck, it’s the only language I can read) but it does not sit right with me the fact that I’m reading a translated work.
Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?
