‘‘何が愛なのか? 何がうそなのか? わからない-むじょうの時間がせまる-’’

melisica:

(by _les jours tristes_)

I don’t want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together.

Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s: A Short Novel and Three Stories

Words were different when they lived inside of you.

Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

waking up and checking your tumblr like it’s the morning paper

Whenever I watch myself speak, I wish everything I’d said had been a sentence shorter.

Alex Turner (via miaoin)

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