The fact that tomorrow will come is, alone, scary.
I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via feellng)
Your feelings are valid simply because you feel them.
something lovely my therapist said (via stability)
Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.
Albert Camus (via denkie)
"Everyday, I Act Exactly The Opposite Of My True Self…"
if you don’t have any shadows, you’re not standing in the light (via keiikun)