"But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams"

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I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via hellanne)

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