Oh baby I will read
About the buzzing of the bees
About the grass and snakes and spawning lakes and the different types of trees
And I will find a way
That leads from cruel April into May
And someday soon it will be June and you’ll decide to stay

Frank Turner & The Sleeping Souls: The Opening Act of Spring

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 larmoyante)

Thank god I’m not always alone, but I recognize the sentiment.