“Everyone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that remains is a desert.”—Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via rashinuhh)
Broken Strings (Acoustic Version) - James Morrison
You can’t play on broken strings. You can’t feel anything that your heart don’t want to feel. I can’t tell you something that ain’t real. Oh the truth hurts, And lies worse. How can I give anymore, When I love you a little less than before?
“And then I felt sad because I realised that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.”—Douglas Coupland (via black-wolves)