Naughts&crosses.

- 29 March, 2012

"Instead of things I’m good at, it might be faster to list the things I can’t do. I can’t cook or clean the house. My room’s a mess, and I’m always losing things. I love music, but I can’t sing a note. I’m clumsy and can barely sew a stitch. My sense of direction is the pits, and I can’t tell left from right half the time. When I get angry, I tend to break things. Plates and pencils, alarm clocks. Later on I regret it, but at the time I can’t help myself. I have no money in the bank. I’m bashful for no reason, and I have hardly any friends to speak of."

-Haruki Murakami

(Source: troubled)

- 19 March, 2012

The flavor of life.

The more I wish to believe in you,
For some reason it hurts even more.
Sweet talk and tasteless conversations,
It sparks no interest in me.
Even when things do not go the way you want,
It doesn’t mean you’ve thrown your life away.

A hint of bitterness,
The flavor of life.

- 19 March, 2012