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“I’m not very good at putting my feelings into words. That’s why people misunderstand me.”

— Haruki Murakami

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R.P.

“I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.”

— Haruki Murakami

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“There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary.”

— Haruki Murakami

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“‘What happens when people open their hearts?’ ‘They get better.’”

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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“I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.”

— Haruki Murakami

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“I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.”

— Haruki Murakami

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“I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.”

— Haruki Murakami

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“I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.”

- Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

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“This world and this life have tried to shatter you so many times that you’ve lost count. You’ve been tearing at your skin, trying to break out of your body, trying to make it listen to you. Sometimes you stare into the mirror and don’t recognize the empty eyes that stare back. You fight until your nails are bloody and your knees are skinned and pray that it’s enough. After being put through this ordeal day after day, week after week, you are still gentle. You are still gentle, even though your edges have been sharpened like a blade on a whetstone, you are still soft, even though this world and this life have tried to harden you. And this is the greatest strength of all. To still believe, even though you know what it’s like to lose your faith. To still get up, even though the cold floor feels familiar against your skin. You are so brave. And it’s no shame to tell yourself if no one else does.”

— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write // 31.10.2019

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I've been told I'm too nice like it's a character flaw. But the truth is, I just refuse to be the person who didn't show up or help when I could.

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All I want to be is a good person, and not hurt others.

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Alone has always felt like an actual place to me, and I prefer spending most of my time there.

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I'm still learning how to do the simple things in life like drinking more water and getting out of bed everyday.

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I was born with my mother's umbilical cord wrapped around my neck, and I've been struggling to catch my breath ever since.

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Secretly I get really nervous whenever someone tries to talk to me. I think that it's because silence is awkward, and most of the time, I have nothing to say.

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So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.

Sylvia Plath (via quotemadness)

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There is nothing more beautiful than nature early in the morning.

Vincent van Gogh (via goodreadss)