April 2012
“When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When,...”
– Tom Robbins (via precor)
“I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness,...”
– Charles Bukowski (via langste)
“We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing...”
– Madeleine L’Engle (via precor)
“No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no...”
– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via precor)
