"She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, “I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while."
| ~ Haruki Murakami (via absea)|
And it’s nights like these I wish I could just drive for miles.
"Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be."
| ~ Clementine Paddleford (via natashakills)|
"Find yourself a back door"