“It’s you. It’s you at 2 in the morning or 4 in the afternoon. It’s you when I’m sleeping and studying and eating and laughing. You are everywhere and you are everything.” – Unknown (via blackbruise)
“Here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.” – Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via loveless-people)
"oh i forgot to make dinner"
"guess we’re having takeout tonight!"