If they don’t need you, it’s okay. You don’t live for other people.
Kyo, Dir en Grey (via 0666mph)
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 thatkindofwoman)
Sputnik lelft and so did everyone else. When did i stop being interesting? I just want to die, but then again who doesnt. Nothing special about it/me. Take me out.