“She was like an empty room after everyone’s left. Something incredibly important had disappeared from her for good. Leaving behind not life but its absence. Not the warmth of something alive but the silence of memory.”

— Sputnik Sweetheart (Haruki Murakami)

(Source: 55thand3rd, via anditslove)

10:31 pm  •  23 November 2011  •  1,438 notes