Franz Kafka, 1912

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Franz Kafka, 1912
Kim Addonizio, from What Is This Thing Called Love: Poems; "''Round Midnight,"
Trista Mateer, from "Aphrodite Made Me Do It," originally published in 2024
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“In the end, we all become stories.”
Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.
William Faulkner
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I have decided to remove all the turmoil in my mind and heart on this Tumblr page and make it my diary considering no one would visit this page anyway.
I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person's attitude so that they wouldn't get any closer. I didn't easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music.
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
— Henry Miller, from “Tropic of Cancer.”
i need to cut my hair i need to evolve i need to see a good thing when it’s in front of me i need to be respectful i need to listen i need to respond i need to move on
— Fiona Apple
I’ve been making gay knights (and ladies) collages on my phone at work
@therealfrancisabernathy
all the years blur together
and all I'm left with is this desolate emptiness of having done absolutely nothing at all
ever.