if we did ask ourselves would the answer even matter we are a person as viewed by the ones around us they make us real otherwise all this could be just a dream
we are reduced to asking others what we are. we never dare to ask ourselves
Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Discourse on Inequality
“All my life, I’ve felt like I belong somewhere that only exits in the depths of my mind – impossible for others to discover.”
— Quote from my journal, 10 July 2017
“Oh, to be in love…
…with someone capable of loving me.”
“Maybe I live inside myself too much and maybe that is my greatest downfall.”
— Megan Grant, Solitude & the Sea
It must have been impossible to insult Kafka. Like, imagine that you call him an insufferable asshole and he just agrees with you. And then he would write in his diary about it.
February 15th I know I am the most insufferable of humans. Horrible. No sleep. Awful.
But I wish you did— care.
I can’t live without her (…) I couldn’t live with her either.
Franz Kafka, from The Diaries of Franz Kafka 1910-1923; “February 14, 1914”
Honestly it’s so hard to be the coolest friend who understands everything and calms everyone down
I bleed through words if not for poetry I would’ve bled my wrists dry long ago but bleeding through my words has helped me greatly.
: )
“Sometimes I wonder why words can’t actually make us bleed.”
— Swati Avasthi