Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via fragmentoftheuniverse)
(via purgingmylifeaway)
We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.
— Anaïs Nin (via redsurrealmind)
(via myonlyescapeisyou)
