I don’t understand guys. Thought I did, now I’m lost.
Gazing at the rain, I consider what it means to belong, to become part of something. To have someone cry for me. From someplace distant, so very distant. From, ultimately, a dream. No matter how far I reach out, no matter how fast I run, I’ll never make it.
Why would anyone want to cry for me?” —Dance, dance, dance by Haruki Murakami (via clonazepamm)
I hate that people keep reblogging this post http://doggonetease.tumblr.com/post/6143336056 . It has a million notes already.
Second class I miss today. Oh uni.