“Sometimes I feel so- I don’t know - lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space with no idea where I’m going ‘Like a little lost Sputnik?’ I guess so.” —Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami (via thechocolatebrigade)
one word can sum up my thoughts about my two midterms tomorrow: AFRAID
today my teacher spelled ‘loser’ looser and ‘discipline’ dicipline.
people r dum