When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.
― Haruki Murakami (via in-finitus)
The thought of her hands
touching his hair
makes me want to vomit.
touching his hair
makes me want to vomit.
― Richard Brautigan (via barbieandken)
(Source: beautyisanillusion)