I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something."
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via rauchwolken)
Rinko Kikuchi from “Map of the Sounds of Tokyo” (2009)
my history professor told me today that he “likes the way I look vaguely pissed off” during class