Awake My Soul

Awake My Soul

Look at the rain long enough, with no thoughts in your head, and you gradually feel your body falling loose, shaking free of the world of reality. Rain has the power to hypnotize.

—Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via ladyrosenred)

(Source: whyallcaps, via blazedbrohammad)

I had trouble listening to adults who didn’t really mean anything that they said; it was as if their language poured into my ears only to drain right out a little spigot in the back of my head.

—Reif Larsen, The Selected Works of T. S. Spivet (via liquidnight)

I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.

—(via wadulisiwoman)

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