Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.
Books I’d like to see be made into a movie (or soon to be)
the catcher in the rye by j. d. salinger; invisible monsters by chuck palahniuk; kafka on the shore by haruki murakami; after dark by haruki murakami; ready player one by ernest cline; the night circus by erin morgensten
Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time.