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by skycapers

07 May 2013
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By stapletheeyes 

By stapletheeyes 

05 May 2013
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By stapletheeyes

By stapletheeyes

03 May 2013
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Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they’re also what tear you apart.

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via seabois)
03 March 2013
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13 February 2013
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(submitted by inmylittlecorner)

(submitted by inmylittlecorner)

25 December 2012
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11 November 2012
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13 October 2012
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“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.” — Haruki Murakami

“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.” — Haruki Murakami

31 July 2012
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South of the Border, West of the Sun (by .Justified)

teachingliteracy:

South of the Border, West of the Sun (by .Justified)

26 June 2012
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Curiosity can bring guts out of hiding at times, maybe even get them going. But curiosity evaporates. Guts have to go for the long haul. Curiosity’s like an amusing friend you can’t really trust. It turns you on and then it leaves you to make it on your own - with whatever guts you can muster.

— Haruki Murakami - The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles (via nuevacomienzo)
26 June 2012
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24 June 2012
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What had I ever known about Kumiko? Soundlessly, I crushed the empty beer can in my hand and threw it into the trash. Could it be true that the Kumiko I had thought I understood, the Kumiko I had held close to me and joined my body with over the years as my wife - that Kumiko was nothing but the most superficial layer of the person Kumiko herself, just as the greater part of this world belongs in fact to the realm of the jellyfish? If so, what about those six years we had spent together? What had they been? What had they meant?

— Haruki Murakami - The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via murakamistuff)
22 June 2012
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She was truly a beautiful girl. I could feel a small polished stone sinking through the darkest waters of my heart. All those deep convoluted channels and passageways, and yet she managed to toss her pebble right down to the bottom of it all.

— Haruki Murakami (via pavorst)
21 June 2012
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