He took her note out of his pocket and read it again for the seventh time that day. As he did, he grew exactly the same smile as before.
“Thank you for making me hungry and I’m not talking only about food; you make me hungry in so many wonderful ways.”
I felt pleasantly empty, untouched by everything around me and happy to be unseen by all.
— Knut Hamsun, Hunger (via hellanne)
You will never be happy if you continue to hold on to the things that make you sad.
— (via nofatnowhip)
I turned night
Heal my bones.
into raw tenderness.
Healing -Tapiwa Mugabe, tapiwamugabe.tumblr.com
I want you to remember me. If you remember me, then I don’t care if everybody else forgets.
— Haruki Murakami, “Kafka on the Shore” (via floriental)