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, Sputnik Sweetheart (via wordsnquotes)


Being rude to service staff is #1 indicator that someone is garbage

I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.
― Kuba Wojewodzki (via soulsscrawl)

(Source: ughbenedict)

Anonymous: What is your ultimate fantasy?


Financial stability.

The only people up at 3 am are in love, lonely, drunk, or all three.
― (via hope-flowers)

(Source: just-an-autumn)

Who hurt you so much that you started to hate yourself?
― Midnight thoughts (what made you so sad)

(Source: reality-escape-artist)


even white people are sick of white people’s bullshit