Forever chasing after the nothingness of my life. Self-proclaimed pan-asianist. Shoes addict. Books, vintage, writing, philosophy, history, travel, language constitute a huge part of my everyday life. Henri Lefebvre is the soul of my belief system. Always overwhelmed with life and its oddities.
  • The arbitrariness of human relationship, struggle for identity, loss, dislocation, solitude, betrayal, alienation. A world where dreams drift away to an endless infinity, where humans gets sucked into the maelstrom of melancholia, where love is like drifting sands, meaningless, fleeting, untouchable.

    One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss. That is what lies at the root of true harmony”

    Murakami, why do you have to break my heart this way? 

    -On reading Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki

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    #colorlesstsukurutazaki harukimurakami
    #haruki murakami
    #colorless tsukuru tazaki and his years of pilgrimage
  • (Source: c0pz, via pokec0re)

  • fuckyeahvintage-retro:

    Library books float down the street during the Great Flood of Paris, 1910

  • vacants:

    (by isabel.otoole)

    On occasion of a horrendous storm. 

  • I turned 22 and It feels like another usual day when all I did was to plan lessons for teaching tomorrow and get ready for a hectic week. I do hope though it will be a great year.