"But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?"
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via wefitlikeapuzzle)
(Source: anec-dotes)
epiphany #438
i actually struggle to find what i miss about you. laying here to be honest i cant think of anything, and i came to a realisation; its me. im not missing you, im missing the way i felt, not even with you or around you, but when im home and alone and with the thought that someone cared and maybe they were thinking about me. the only problem was, and i hadnt figured it out yet, it was you, and you didnt care and you werent thinking about me.
this is the best thought i have come across today, i dont actually miss you at all.
the regret you feel is all your own fault.
there is only us, there is only this, forget regret, life is yours to miss.
"What if you took a drug in another reality, and this whole life is the high"
Frank Ocean (via les-nyc)
