But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.❞
- Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via skeletales)
What a dumb mistake I just had, I’m so tired and sleepy I was thinking “I want to sleep” but insted of that I thought “I want to die”, funny, huh?
It’s not our job to toughen our children up to face a cruel and heartless world. It’s our job to raise children who will make the world a little less cruel and heartless.❞