I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote something, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so much of sum’things has always been and always will be you.
I miss you.
House of Leaves. Mark Z. Danielewski. (submitted by kitschmonster) (via quote-book)
I have been reading this book, and am totally addicted to it. Very interesting read.