happy thoughts beneath my wings
I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.

Haruki Murakami; Norwegian Wood (via blind-stars-of-fortune)

I should find time to read “Norwegian Wood” sometime soon. \m/

(Source: kate-mercedes)


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