L'amour est la poésie des sens.
Hi, my name is Niamh, I live in and am from Dublin, Ireland. I am 23, born June 25th.
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04:42 AM and this is what I’m reading… All about all different #religions, can’t be #judgemental if you’re misinformed or uninformed!
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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 larmoyante)
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Bill hicks is fast becoming my most favourite person, ever.
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