I miss you all the time, and I think of you all the time. You consume my heart and you eat away at my soul.

K.B  (via namnarae)

I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I would reach out and try to grasp the grains of light, but my fingers touched nothing.

Haruki Murakami, “Norwegian Wood”