What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and their snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it.
you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness.
I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.
"I like the moments of darkness before dawn,” she said. “Probably because it’s a clean slate. Clean and unused."
Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World (via nofatnowhip)