i need kisses and attention and alcohol
Dark, weird, black and white, color portraits and landscapes. Music and among other random stuff.
I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via feellng)