91141 REBLOG

I love you very much. I loved you from the first day I met you, and I still feel the same. If I hadn’t met you, my life would have been unbearable. For that I am grateful beyond words. Yet here I am, hurting you. Because I’m a selfish, hopeless, worthless human being. For no apparent reason, I hurt the people around me and end up hurting myself. Ruining someone else’s life and my own. Not because I like to. But because that’s how it ends up. Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via durianquotes)

(Source: durianseeds, via saltydreams)