When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.
By Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via larmoyante)
Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.
By Andrea Gibson, excerpt from “Bone Burying” (via larmoyante)
I love you— I do— but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you’re always going to leave me. We can’t deny it. You’re always going to leave.
By David Levithan, Every Day (via larmoyante)