Super Typhoon
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Reblogged from blossomfully  671 notes

He could barely look at her so they sat in silence for a while.

And then abruptly, sometime between sunset and sunrise, he got up and left without a sound.

And she felt like crying because love was supposed to be enough to make someone stay, and she loved him more than she knew how. But her throat was dry and the only sound coming from her mouth was a half choke half hiccup which made her want to laugh.

So she cried a little and laughed a lot and her emotions were so tangled if someone asked how she felt there would be no valid answer.

"Everything." She whispered, "and nothing."

"I feel everything and nothing. And I only know that I want it all to stop for a while.

She paused. “A while, or perhaps forever.”

By Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #48 (via blossomfully)

Reblogged from hqlines  537 notes

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about. By Haruki Murakami (via hqlines)

I am coming my way out of the storm. I will make it through.