crystal
17 / toronto

"it is no accident that you are reading this. i am making black marks on white paper. these marks are my thoughts, and although I do not know who you are reading this now, in some way the lines of our lives have intersected... for the length of these few sentences, we meet here." Home history random Theme
❝ And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they’re nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we’d be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.

— Haruki MurakamiSputnik Sweetheart