then suddenly, i am not certain anymore.
We’re all kind of weird and twisted and drowning.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via eoreu)
I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.
Frida Kahlo, The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait (via tasiturn)
play date with lonely bears. :)
But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down. And the eyes in his head, see the world spinning around.