We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others, that in the end, we become disguised to ourselves.
—Francois De La Rochefoucauld (via larmoyante)
You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever.
—Augusten Burroughs (via larmoyante)
You know, I think if I didn’t have that fuel, if I didn’t have these memory drawers inside me, I would’ve snapped a long time ago. I would’ve curled up in a ditch somewhere and died. It’s because I can pull the memories out of the drawers when I have to - the important ones and the useless ones - that I can go on living this nightmare of a life. I might think I can’t take it anymore, that I can’t go on anymore, but one way or another I get past that
—After Dark by Haruki Murakami (via thechocolatebrigade)