This will never happen
Make it Rainnn
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via genesus)
(Source: travedere, via sadillite)
I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it. To be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.
I can feel the world around me crumbling. can i trust anyone? is there anyone left for me? I feel like beating the fuck out of a good friend of mine at the thought of even asking him if i can trust him, if he will betray me. i feel my mind tearing apart the one i thought could change everything. she cant. I need to leave
