Casually Losing My Mind Over The Intimacy Of Good Morning Text Messages

- April 11, 1922

- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923

[ID: "Eternal youth is impossible; even if there were no other obstacle, introspection would make it impossible." End ID]

I'm not easy to love!!

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.

you and i, we share the same color palette.

As I kid, I wanted to be a savior, trailblazer, the prophecy child. I wanted a big life, with ups and ups like the breasts of mountains and lows like the depths of valleys full of forgotten debris. I was convinced the great flood was knocking at my door, beckoning me to become someone bigger. A juvenile fantasy, a hazy dream.

I'm 19 now. It's not a grand big life, I'm no hero. I love my friends and sunday mornings. I like cats and strawberries. No flood, no rapture, no calamity- just quiet weekdays and sleepy weekends. But oh my days, I am full, finally.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

Words carry so much weight in my heart, pls watch what u say 2 me i’ll remember it forever

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

“I wanna hug you and cry.”

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if youre "career driven" fucking grow up. im hanging out driven. im goofin off driven. im grabbin a bite driven

— Speaking Tree, Joy Harjo

[text ID: I carry a yearning I cannot bear alone in the dark—]