i want to be rich so i can pay a hot boy to follow me around and let me ash my cigarettes in his mouth
I was in my house, alone in the living room, anxious about you, watching the flashes of lightning. And a flash of lightning lit up this truth for me, right in front of my eye. That night I lost you, I lost something inside me. Or perhaps several things. Something central to my existence, the very support for who I am as a person.
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via larmoyante)