17 yo,Slovakia

~ the horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes ~

I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. And Iā€™m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff. Iā€™d just be the catcher in the rye and all.

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“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.”

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