“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.” -Haruki Murakami

Ask Me Archive

Constant Blur.

osama is dead

dkayyy:

so troops can come home now? 

are gas prices going down?

is airport security gonna stop cavity searching on the regular? 

is the war over?

yea, didn’t think so.

(Source: giantpurplemonster)

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