i can’t do this anymore and i do not want to wake up tomorrow morning i don’t want to


  Malghera Lake | mario bonomi
April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via larmoyante)

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