Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via sadseas)
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His palms are sweaty, knees weak
arms spaghetti
there’s vomit on spaghetti already
mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm spaghetti
to drop bombs
but he keeps on spaghetti
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I think I’m grasping on so desperately to any semblance of intimacy because I feel like my life lacks meaning, but if I fabricate it within the grey and yellow flecks of your eyes, even if I don’t have much to wake up for in the mornings, at least I have something to write about… You know?
I…
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Some days last longer than others.
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