"And if the man who once upon a time had been a boy who promised he’d never fall in love with another girl as long as he lived kept his promise, it wasn’t because he was stubborn or even loyal. He couldn’t help it."

Nicole KraussThe History of Love

"Nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you."

Nicole KraussThe History of Love

"The worst thing are days like this,
when it’s cold outside and I miss you,
when really nothing can make me feel better and I miss you…"

— (via zadrzi-svoj-dah)

(Source: unbrokentrust, via zadrzi-svoj-dah)

"This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don’t get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can’t do anything, don’t get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it’s ready to come undone. You have to realize it’s going to be a
long process and that you’ll work on things slowly, one at a time."

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via girlinlondon)


(now I’m even losing my name — it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours)"

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via ontheedgeofdarkness)

(Source: kafkaesque-world, via crazy-english-symphony)

"A secret to happiness is letting every situation be what it is instead of what you think it should be, and then making the best of it."

— Unknown (via johnny-nije-dobar)

(Source: amortizing, via johnny-nije-dobar)

no shit
"دل به دل راه داره
There is telepathy between hearts."

— (via psych-facts)

(via game-of-curiosity)

"I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you."

— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via observando)

(via vvolare)

I’m so fucking hurt and devastated and hopeless. 

"With one long breath, caught and held in his chest, he fought his sadness over his solitary life. Don’t cry, you idiot! Live or die, but don’t poison everything."

Saul Bellow, Herzog (via misswallflower)


ASSK - BTS NYFW"The heart of a sensitive person suffers too much to love"
"Here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair."

Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun  (via dirtyberd)

(Source: loveless-people, via dirtyberd)