— December 18, 1913 / Franz Kafka diaries
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— December 18, 1913 / Franz Kafka diaries
somebody said “do you even like foxes”. Do i even like foxes? Fuck you. Go fuck yojrself. do i even like foxes. You have no idea what its like to like foxes
oh cool it's decemeber! *grieves & grieves & grieves & grieves &*
You’re a pathetic loser, right?
I will be like "I'm fine" and then another fucking event will occur
“why did you respond in 23 seconds” i would rip my heart out of my chest for you if you asked. Next question
i sometimes forget that this is everyone’s first time on earth too. like. this is my first time seeing a butterfly this color. but its that little girl’s first time seeing any butterfly, ever. and i accidentally left a bag of groceries at the store after paying and now i’m cursing under my breath and it’s like. there a thousand other people out there who did that today too. and a thousand more from yesterday. and. like. we’re not actually alone. and we’re not actually failing. at least not in a way that a few billion people haven’t before you
Completely sober in the club googling worst medieval executions
i am in fact NOT being very brave about it and will whine and complain until i die. As is my right
the sun literally sets and casts a golden hue over everything every single day and we fucked it all up and invented paying rent
dont romanticize the sadness. just let it exist plainly, like it did when you were a very young child, when you werent old enough to give it baggage. you'll find it's more devastating and cleansing that way
me when somebody asks me if i was a harry potter kid or a twilight kid
oversharing online is so important cus like what if someone needed to know that
im still young i still have time im still young i still have time im still young i still have time [lays on the floor wasting my time]
give a girl a notebook and suddenly she's franz kafka.
god it's like nobody even cares that [problem i've taken great pains to make sure nobody will acknowledge] looks like i have no choice but to make it worse in isolation for reasons i can't articulate and don't understand