“Things outside you are projections of what’s inside you, and what’s inside you is a projection of what’s outside. So when you step into the labyrinth outside you, at the same time you’re stepping into the labyrinth inside.”—Kafka On The Shore (via fuckyeahharukimurakami)
This summer has gone by really quickly, despite me hardly doing anything at all. literally. I barely went out - in fact, I barely left the house, except for when i had to drive brenda around, of course. And despite not doing anything, I still haven’t finished my murakami book, The Wind Up Bird Chronicle, which is a real shame, because I have another book that I want to read, One Hundred Years in Solitude. Most of the books I read [~95%] are recommended to me, as I don’t know how to pick out books, which is slightly sad. IF i do search for a book, I somehow always end up buying those funny books, like Angus, Thongs and Full Frontal Snogging. Don’t worry, I got that years ago… but it’s still funny to read about a bald uncle, and a girl with really interesting boy problems. I’ve always wanted to be able to read and read and read for pleasure, and not just any children’s book series like Harry Potter or any of the Roald Dahl’s works, but intriguing works that just move me. I’ve been thinking about reading Pride & Prejudice, but I don’t know if I will have time next year to read that. I usually read during major school breaks, like winter and summer break.
Perhaps I should make some changes.. and go to sleep now.
“There are some things in this world that can be done over, and some that can’t. And time passing is one thing that can’t be redone. Come this far, and you can’t go back.”—South of the Border, West of the Sun (via fuckyeahharukimurakami)