“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Somethinginside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
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goodbye warehouse 13 ↪ 1/6 characters
I can’t very well tell him I’m H.G. Wells, the 147 year-old Father of Science Fiction. They’d put me away.
~ Haruki Murakami
when i am with you
everything is better
everything is safe
Cheon Song Yi, MY LOVE FROM THE STAR. (via saranghae-always-and-forever)
Song Yi (via painwithinasmile)
"I want you to live… Go!"
TIME STOP KISS
Always by your side