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— Kazuo Ishiguro, in his Nobel prize (2017) acceptance speech. (via smiththeteacher)
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“But in the end, stories are about one person saying to another: This is the way it feels to me. Can you understand what I’m saying? Does it feel this way to you?”
— Kazuo Ishiguro, in his Nobel prize (2017) acceptance speech. (via smiththeteacher)
a heart that always understands also gets tired
if i’m distant it’s because i hate myself not because i hate you
Shadows, John Cassavetes, 1959
“I think I’m always trying to find the balance between softness and strength because both of those exist within me,”
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