— Haruki Murakami (via unicornology)
(Source: cenizasyarena, via unicornology)
— Haruki Murakami (via unicornology)
(Source: cenizasyarena, via unicornology)
Everyday, I wake up the same way.
My eyes open to the ceiling staring back at me.
And my once dormant mind starts to go into overdrive.
What time is it? Do I have clothes to wear?
How many minutes before I am late from work?
And eventually these questions, as mundane and simple as they are
Slowly creep up to me and take over whatever I regard as my life
And I find myself with a full day to live
With more tasks to fulfill, trains and busses to ride,
People to talk to, people to ignore,
People to love and people to hurt
And I go home to my room.
To alarm clocks and ceilings, holding to what little time I have left
Emptying my mind of all my fears and dissapointment
And the fleeting achievements that will never see the light of day
And dreading the time I have to open my eyes again.
HOME PALETTE Houses in Rociana, Spain, were pictured from above Monday. (Photo: Marcelo del Pozo / Reuters via the Wall St. Journal)
— JD Salinger
CASUALTY OF HAR A royal guard lies on the floor after fainting while standing guard at a dinner for Danish parliament members and members of the European Parliament hosted by the Danish Queen at Christiansborg Palace in Copenhagen. (Photo: Albert Nieboer / Photoshot via the Telegraph)
I just made a nice little “reading nook” beside my bed. Moving my workstation out of my room was the best idea I’ve had since sliced bread.
Also, this is my 14,700th post. Goddamn I have no life.
You invented sliced bread? Kudos I say.
In this handout photo provided by the U.S. Air Force, a military plane makes emergency food drops onto Port-au-Prince, Haiti. (Photo: Air Force / AP via the Telegraph)