April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself.
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via earnestly)
The saddest things in the world:
-people forgotten on their birthdays
-old people eating alone
-animals left behind by their humans