walking on a dream, chasing shooting stars @roroskis - Tumblr Blog

Such a great series and well done homage to 80s sci-fi and horror. Excited for the next season to come out!

She looked off into space, the sweet smile playing on her lips. It feels strange somehow, she said. Like none of it really happened. Oh, it happened all right. But now it's gone. Does it make you sad? No, I said, shaking my head. There was something that came it of nothing, and now it's gone back to where it came from, that's all. We fell silent again. What we shared was no more than a fragment of a time long dead. Yet memories remained, warm memories that remained with me like lights from the past. And I would carry those lights in the brief interval before death grabbed me and tossed me back into the crucible of nothingness.

Pinball 1973, Haruki Murakami

#pinball 1973 #haruki murakami

All things pass. None of us can manage to hold on to anything. In that way, we live our lives.

"Hear the Wind Sing", Haruki Murakami

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Knocked out Erased tonight too. Holy crap what a trip.

#boku dake ga inai machi #erased

Can’t believe it’s finally over, but it was satisfying from start to finish :) Never expected such a heartwarming story from an alien octopus that becomes a middle school teacher, but it really was.

#ansatsu kyoushitsu #assassination classroom

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Garden of Words + food

drommy

Foooood

From out of those words, these of hers: There is no middle ground with me. No middle-ground objects exist, and where there are no such objects, there is no middle ground.

Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

#haruki murakami #south of the border west of the sun

She shook her head slowly. Charming lines appeared at the corners of her eyes; she looked as if she were recalling some far-off scene from the past. "Hajime, you can't tell anything from photographs. They're just a shadow. The real me is far away. That won't show up in a picture." The photograph brought a pain to my chest. It made me realize what an awful amount of time I had lost. Precious years that could never be recovered, no matter how much I struggled to bring them back. Time that existed only then, only in that place. I gazed at the photo for the longest time.

Haruki Murakami, "South of the Border, West of the Sun"

#haruki murakami #south of the border west of the sun