That’s what I’ve become. There’s a void inside me, a blank that’s slowly expanding, devouring what’s left of who I am. I can hear it happening. I’m totally lost, my identity dying. Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore  (via mirayama)

Above all I hated her. For she belonged to the magic and the loveliness. She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it. Wide Sargasso Sea; Jean Rhys (via eileenssummerreadinglist)