Even after we stopped seeing each other, I thought of her with great fondness. Memories of her encouraged me, soothed me, as I passed through the confusion and pain of adolescence. For a long time, she held a special place in my heart. I kept this special place just for her, like a “Reserved” sign on a quiet corner table in a restaurant. Despite the fact that I was sure I’d never see her again.

Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via ar-rad)

ar-rad:

Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

I have a little bag of postcards I’ve collected from museums and galleries that I like to use as bookmarks. usually I’ll choose them according to how well they match with the cover or even the mood of the book – I used (one of) Rothko’s Red on Maroon (1959) for Bluets by Maggie Nelson because the colours looked so good on each other and because of the :)/:( feeling I got from both the artwork and the book. this is Richter, Rosen (1994) and I thought about running when I first saw it.