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And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.
— Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five  (via ghostwalls)
I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again.
— Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami  (via fawun)
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