January 2011
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Ice is cold, roses are red. I’m in love. And this love is about to carry...
– Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami
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I think perfection is ugly. Somewhere in the things humans make, I want to see...
– Yohji Yamamoto (via 6-hitc)
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Every morning I wake up right at 06:30 and head straight to the bathroom for a shower. Step out, stare at the wardrobe, pick my outfit for the day. Then I put on make-up and head out. The bus stop would be filled with people; people going to work and students like myself. I always try to catch the 07:35 bus but often I’d miss it and have to take the 07:45 bus. I’d rush for the train...
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Gazing at the rain, I consider what it means to belong, to become part of...
– Dance, dance, dance by Haruki Murakami (via suzywire)
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Keep thinking. Thinking would keep me alive. But now I am alive, and thinking is...
– Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer
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You know that things aren’t going well for you when you can’t even tell people...
– Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down (via skyisland)
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