obsessioms:

a concept: you and i are covered in blankets, in nothing but our underwear. my head on your chest, your face buried in my hair, whispering sweet nothings into my ear. it is raining outside, but we are warm. we are endlessly in love.

Someone one just anonymously sent me porn. Wtf….

When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart 
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2am is made for writers, painters, poets, over thinkers, silent seekers and creative people. That is my favourite hour.
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The pain I’m going through.. and can’t even tell anyone about.. is awful. No one will believe me. But maybe it’s a good idea that only he knows.