“Once you pass a certain age, life becomes nothing more than a process of continual loss. Things that are important to your life begin to slip out of your grasp, one after another, like a comb losing teeth. And the only things that come to take their place are worthless imitations.”
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via man-of-prose)
“The darkness is leaking from the cracks.
I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.”
Sylvia Plath, “Three Women,” from The Collected Poems (via mnimosino)
“No matter where you are, you’re always a bit on your own, always an outsider.”
Banana Yoshimoto, Goodbye Tsugumi (via sad-plath)