Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it? Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight (via a-thousand-words)

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I was twenty-one at the time, about to turn twenty-two. No prospect of graduating soon, and yet no reason to quit school. Caught in the most curiously depressing circumstances. For months I’d been stuck, unable to take one step in any new direction. The world kept moving on; I alone was at a standstill. In the autumn, everything took a desolate cast, the colors swiftly fading before my eyes. The sunlight, the smell of the grass, the faintest patter of rain, everything got on my nerves. How many times did I dream of catching a train at night? Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase (via aestheticintrovert)

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Loving you is hoping that I’ll run into you sometime throughout the day. Loving you is trying to come up with an excuse or a reason just to hear your voice again. Loving you is waiting for a call or a text that will never come. Loving you is closing my eyes and picturing your face, a face that I have not seen for so long. Loving you is wishing that I didn’t have to wake up so that I could pretend for a little while longer, that I was still yours. Loving you is wanting you to be happy, even if it is without me. Loving you is letting you go. Loving you is loving you from a distance. Loving you is hopeless. Loving you is painful. Loving you // by c-oquetry (via c-oquetry)

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I used to call people, then I got into e-mailing, then texting, and now I just ignore everyone. The New Yorker  (via aemei)

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