"How can I put this? There’s a kind of gap between what I think is real and what’s really real. I get this feeling like some kind of little something-or-other is there, somewhere inside me… like a burglar is in the house, hiding in a closet… and it comes out every once in a while and messes up whatever order or logic I’ve established for myself. The way a magnet can make a machine go crazy."
- Haruki Murakami, from The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
cute date idea: let me sleep in your bed for hours on end because I’m tired of being a person
Tell me everything you know about sorrow.
How you go to sleep,
and it’s never gone tomorrow.