How do you feel close to people, she asked. By doing the same things they do? By becoming more like them? She held her hand up and moved it slowly in the air. The skin, the fingers, the nails, the little lines on the palm, they began to look like mine.
I stared back at her, but her eyes told me nothing. Strangely transparent, they...– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via filene)
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry...– Rumi (via highfriend)
One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most...– Sigmund Freud (via psych-facts)
Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to...– Sigmund Freud (via lungs-)
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It’s kind of nice, being haunted by you.
It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have...– Chuck Palahniuk, Diary (via awfey)