Just. Leave.
I want to take the things and people I love, pack up, and move. Far far away. It seems that maybe life could be just a touch easier that way. Or maybe a whole lot easier.
True that…
His first-ever visit to a library had made him painfully aware of how little he knew. The amout of things he didn’t know about the world was infinite. The infinite, by definition, has no limits, and thinking about it gave him a mild migraine.
— Haruki Murakami - Kafka on the Shore (via requiemforthepast)
So true…





