"When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. 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 larmoyante)
"I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I have known it pretty often, too often."-Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via larmoyante)
"Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain."-William Faulkner, The Wild Palms (via larmoyante)
I have to stop sacrificing my happiness for the sake of people who don’t care about me.