day•dream |’dā,dēm|
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a series of pleasant thoughts that distract one's attention from the present.

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I always feel like I’m struggling to become someone else. LIke I’m trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it’s part of growing up, yet it’s also an attempt to reinvent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself - as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to defining myself.
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via feellng)

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With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?
Oscar Wilde (via feellng)

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you’re probably looking at my texts thinking I’m on the verge of losing it but I’m really just figuring all my shit out 

you’re probably looking at my texts thinking I’m on the verge of losing it but I’m really just figuring all my shit out 

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