A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect. Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via quotespile)

autumnconcepts: the night air in your bedroom is chilly and damp. as you reach to close the window, you hear a distant train which you only ever seem to hear late at night when it has rained. you decide to… Read more

Prompt #8240

thependragonwritersguild: “The recoil of his gun made for an excellent escape.”