Ask me anythingSubmit
ever since i was a little girl, words have danced through my head and in my heart.
"No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to defining myself."
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via creatingaquietmind)