Do you take pride in your hurt? Does it make you seem large and tragic? Well, think about it. Maybe you’re playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.
— John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via stxxz)
No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to defining myself.
— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via stxxz)
school has taken over my life.
so dats that