"And the naive quest for perfection was a giant fucking waste of time." - John O'Callaghan Still trying to figure out this thing called life
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“It’s about a number you can’t really explain but you don’t really have to, because the people you love already feel it too.” - John O’Callaghan
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Every Now and Then
“Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.”
—Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle
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