'I believe I have not been fair to you, and that, as a result, I must have led you around in circles and hurt you deeply. In doing so, however, I have led myself around in circles and hurt myself just as deeply. I say this not as an excuse or a means of self-justification, but because it is true. I have left a wound inside you, but it is not just your wound, it is mine as well. So please try not to hate me. I am a flawed human being - a far more flawed human being than you realized. Which is precisely why I do not want you to hate me. Because if you were to do that, I would really go to pieces.'

Norwegian Wood ~ Haruki Murakami

Dramatic irony is really annoying.

I'M ON VACATION UNTIL THE 28TH OF FEBRUARY.

But me, I'm not a gamble, you can count on me to split

The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist

This might just be one of my very favorite things on the Internet.

This is me right now

It's weird how the pictures on my walls are all of people I used to know.

So I watched The Social Network today - it's really good, by the way - and then when I got home, I went on Tumblr and the served crashed and I was like 'Oh my god, the co-founder of Tumblr must've frozen their bank account!'

“Being alone, even lonely, is better than being together with the wrong people.”

—	Wilson Kanadi

My blog used to be way more quality than it currently is.

Oh hello, picture posts, long time no see.

And if young love is just a game, then I must have missed the kick-off.

It’s funny. Your muscles have a certain memory about them. That’s why we can tie our shoes or play piano without looking. But then you spend a long enough time with someone and your bodies memorize each other you know? The warmth of your back, the pace of your heartbeat, your tickly eyelashes and the way your fingers would curl in sequence when I used to play with your palm. Another person is like moving to a new country where you don’t know the language. It’s a scary thing.

Taken from this particularly lovely short film.

i’d walk through hell for you,
let it burn right through my shoes,
these soles are useless without you.
through hell for you, let the torturing ensue;
my soul is useless without you.

I know this isn't an excuse or a decent reason for anything, but I'm scared. Okay? If I could put my jumbled-up thoughts into words, then it might be easier for you to understand, but I can't and I'm scared and it's not your job to be there for me and I really am sorry.