nantes.

“Knowing too much about other people puts you in their power, they have a claim on you, you are forced to understand their reasons for doing things and then you are weakened.” 
― Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

“I was like that: visible invisible visible invisible.
There’s no material as variable as moonlight.
I was climbing, clinging to the underneath of my bones, thinking:
Good God! Who have I been last night?”

sad dreams making me impossibly sad

“As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are gone.”

— Charlie Kaufman, Synecdoche, New York  (via clavicola)

“So I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.” — Pablo Neruda

“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

oh my god, sydney. just give me a goddamn job that doesn’t involve selling old women clothes.

“A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That’s all any room is.”

“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.”

“I hurry home as though someone is there waiting for me.
The night collapses into your skin. I am the rain.”—  Kazim Ali, from “Rain”  (via proustitute)