"Everything, everything was linked up. Except I didn’t have a clue what it meant."
Haruki Murakami - Dance Dance Dance (via murakamistuff)
Sanders Bohlke - Your Heart Must Be Tired
Well, it has been a month and 2 days past but I will be much much happy to have this as (a late) gift for my birthday *winkwink* yadayada I want to say,
I don’t have any luck when I face with giveaway, or any kind of free-things since I was born xD
But, I really want want want this giveaway!
So please, please, please give me some luck!
:D
Okay so as I don’t have much free time I’m keeping this simple.
- Reblog this post as many times as you like.
- This is open for one week until the 4th Feb 2012.
- I will use a random online generator to choose a winner.
- I will post anywhere in the world that my post office will deliver to.
- I can’t be held responsible if the postal service lose it though.
- I will not do anything with the winners details except send the book.
- I think that’s all… any questions? just message me.
"…as if to build a fence around the fatal emptiness inside her, she had to create a sunny person that she became. But if you peeled away the ornamental egos that she had built, there was only an abyss of nothingness and the intense thirst that came with it. Though she tried to forget it, the nothingness would visit her periodically - on a lonely rainy afternoon, or at dawn when she woke up from a nightmare. What she needed at such times was to be held by someone, anyone."
1Q84, Haruki Murakami (via iloveyourglasses)
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"Once you pass a certain age, life becomes nothing more than a process of continual loss. Things that are important to your life begin to slip out of your grasp, one after another, like a comb losing teeth. And the only things that come to take their place are worthless imitations. Your physical strength, your hope, your dreams, your ideals, your convictions, all meaning, or then again, the people you love: one by one, they fade away. Some announce their departure before they leave, while others just disappear all of a sudden without warning one day. And once you lose them you can never get them back. Your search for replacement never goes well. It’s all very painful— as painful as actually being cut with a knife."
Haruki Murakami - 1Q84
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