She also used to say that every one of a hundred thousand cities around the world had its own special sunset and it was worth going there, just once, if only to see the sun go down. —Ryū Murakami, Coin Locker Babies (via flentes)
To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living. —Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934 (via coffeeislovely)
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I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and walking home alone. It gives me time to think and set my mind free. I like eating alone and listening to music alone. But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away. —(via themilkywhiteway)
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The more I did the more I carried. Books, houses, lovers, lives, all piled up on my back, which has always been the strongest part of my body. I go to the sun. I can lift my own weight. I can lift my own weight. —Jeanette Winterson, from “Weight” (via weissewiese)
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