I suffer because of myself. It is my own soul all the time that is bothering me.
― (via je-ti1056)
(Source: violentwavesofemotion)
Two things prevent us from happiness; living in the past and observing others.
― Unknown (via purplebuddhaproject)
I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.
― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via feellng)
