yo big shout out to those moods where you don’t even want to have any relationships with anyone and you just want to dissolve into a cloud of mist and float away from your problems because i am feelin it now mr. krabs
My unfortunate romanticism—I can’t help it. What’s more, I don’t want to help it. I have come to a time of life when I can help nothing.
Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.
I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.
— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun