It was not one of those strong, impulsive feelings that can hit two people like an electric shock when they first meet, but something quieter and gentler, like two tiny lights traveling in tandem through a vast darkness and drawing imperceptibly closer to each other as they go.
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| — | The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami (via kari-shma) |
Trust me, I know how it feels. I know exactly how it feels to cry in the shower so no one can
hear you. Waiting for everyone to be asleep so you can fall apart. For everything to hurt so bad that you just want it all to end. I know how it feels.
hear you. Waiting for everyone to be asleep so you can fall apart. For everything to hurt so bad that you just want it all to end. I know how it feels.
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