“I was reduced to pure concept. My flesh had dissolved; my form had dissipated. I floated in space. Liberated of my corporeal being, but without dispensation to go anywhere else. I was adrift in the void. Somewhere across the fine line separating nightmare from reality.”
― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
Sometimes I just wanna fuck, and sometimes I wanna be in love, and sometimes I wanna be alone.
My heart beats in almosts. It’s constantly in pursuit of those whom
it desires but the moment it comes too close, it stops, turns, and bolts
in the other direction. I hold onto what makes me miserable
and I let the good things go. I’m self destructive.” I said. “It’s the
way I’ve always been.”
“And why do you think that is?”
“Because it’s simpler to destroy something you love,” I said.
“Than it is to watch it leave.
Beau Taplin || The self-destructive. (via afadthatlastsforever)