I’d Rather Soak Myself In Loneliness Than To Be Soiled By Hands That Do Not Know They Are Hurting Me.

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Milena Jesenka featured in "Letters to Milena,"

twenty years across the sea

— Nikita Gill

"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."

i honestly don’t have faith in finding something super special with someone else because this generation is so far detached from their own emotions as well as others. and not all are detached because of being hurt, a lot of people have acted detached and nonchalant to seem cool. they’ve settled so far into fake emotions that they’ve made a problem for themselves and others while pretending so hard they became it. it’s not cool to act detached. it’s not cool to act nonchalant. that is how you miss some of your greatest connections. as someone who has actually been hurt before, this facade put on is dreadful.

Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student

no one talks about how hard it is when your mood is constantly switching between "its okay, i don't care. i'm fine" and "i don't know how much more i can take"

“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.”

— Mitch Albom

“I like imagining your body is Saturn, my body ten thousand rings wrapped around you.”

— Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase, “Andrew” (via adimlylitmirror)