I have this feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put it into words but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

~   Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via ihopeyoulook)
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sleepingcadaver: cayoooooooot
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nihilismechronique: “I’m going to be french, and I’m going to Paris, and I’m going to smoke and wear black, and listen to Jacques Brel, and I won’t speak. Ever. C’est plus chic comme ca.”
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I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling.

~   Carlos Ruiz Zafon (The Angel’s Game)
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