Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
I, too, remember the feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.
Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of The World (via ismiamora)
And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
Anaïs Nin, Risk (via whyallcaps)