Who can really distinguish between the sea and what’s reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
take my hand, walk with me darling.
GET OFF THE INTERNET.
Go fall in love or something.
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Now we’d known each other for two years, the side of my calf was touching his shins, and his stomach was against my ribs. He said, ‘I don’t think it’s the end of the world to be my girlfriend.’ I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. It took seven languages to make me; it would be nice if I could have spoken just one. But I couldn’t, so he leaned down and kissed me.
Nicole Krauss, The History Of Love
Boy A (2007)
Boy A (2007)
