I, too, remember the feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.
Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of The World (via whyallcaps)
So yes I know how angry, or naive, or self-destructive, or messed up, or even deluded I sound weaving my way through these life stories at times. But beautiful things. Graceful things. Hopeful things can sometimes appear in dark places.
Lidia Yuknavith, The Chronology of Water (via quoted-books)