‘The pillow will comfort you in the long unbroken hours. If you sleep you will unconsciously benefit from its presence. If you wake the bed will seem less large and lonely.’ Who writes these books? Do they really think, those quite concerned counsellors, that two feet of linen-bound stuffing will assuage a broken heart? I don’t want a pillow, I want your moving breathing flesh. I want you to hold my hand in the dark, I want to roll on to you and push myself into you. When I turn in the night the bed is continent-broad. There is endless white space where you won’t be. I travel it inch by inch but you’re not there. It’s not a game, you’re not going to leap out and surprise me. The bed is empty. I’m in it but the bed is empty.”
Written on the body
“Just one thing,” she says, raising her head and looking me straight in the eye. “I want you to remember me. If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.” — Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami (via skyisland)
“soak up the sun. let the rain wash wash wash every negative feeling away. soak up your day.” —feelgoodrevolt
Kafka on the shore.
- Miss Saeki: I feel as though things are starting to change around me
- Kafka: In what way?
- Miss Saeki: I can't really say, but something's happening. The air pressure, the way sounds reverberate, the reflection of light, how bodies move and time passes - it's all transforming, bit by bit.
“Among my most prized possessions are memories I’ve yet to remember.” —
“That was the difference between him and, say, Elvis or Sinatra, who had simply been sexy. The thinking had been “I’m young, fuck me.” Dylan was more, “I’m young, fuck you.” —Robyn Hitchcock (via dailydoseofdylan)