~M~

A writer who over shares too much

[paper-wounds]

[minasdigitaljournal]

I'm sorry I know I make everything weird.

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from a past life

[luminote]

Nothing ever satiates me after you.

[abandoned-blog2-deactivated2026]

one thing about me is that I Know.

[minasdigitaljournal]

I would rather be ashes than dust!

I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.

I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.

The function of man is to live, not to exist.

I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them.

I shall use my time.

— Jack London

[minasdigitaljournal]

"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves."

— William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

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“Solitude fits me so perfectly that I can’t take it off.”

— Bshayer F.R.

[minasdigitaljournal]

"Of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest."

Ralph Waldo Emerson

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“I fall asleep whispering "I am safer alone I am safer alone l am safer alone l am safer alone" [...] Forgive me, memory is a rope around the neck.”

— Clementine von Radics, from James

[minasdigitaljournal]

Am I in love with the nightmare, as Kafka was, as so many poets?

Anaïs Nin

[paper-wounds]

[minasdigitaljournal]

What we do see depends mainly on what we look for. In the same field the farmer will notice the crop, the geologists the fossils, botanists the flowers, artists the colouring, sportmen the cover for the game. Though we may all look at the same things, it does not all follow that we should see them.

John Lubbock, The Beauties of Nature and the Wonders of the World We Live in

[dailykafka]

— October 28, 1916 / Letters to Felice

[paper-wounds]

[minasdigitaljournal]

What is it called? That tremor you feel oscillating between life and death? Is it cowardice or survival?

[minasdigitaljournal]

Maybe I've held onto my sadness for so long because that is the only thing which is mine. The only thing that stays.