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if i look back, i am lost
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todays bird

Love Begins
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@murderous-666-666
7/26
"A burning sadness. A sour taste lingering on my tongue. I can't distinguish between the two: rage at a broken world, or jealousy bleeding through my veins."
July 22, 1920 Letters to Milena by Franz Kafka First published : 1952
7/23
"My surroundings get louder, but my mind goes blank, like I’m getting ready to perform my final show."
You don't know the hell I've been through
You don't know the price I've paid
You can't see the walls I'm bracing
Time I'm facing, all my days
Every bit of man I once was
Every bit of love that I could have
Living in a moment, setting into motion
All the other fear I had
I can't control me
My mind won't stop me
It wants to fail me, help me, let me carry, help me
This is my misery
It wants to kill me
It's in my memory
but I'm shaking when it fails me
“are you ok?” lol fuck no
7/14
"Why does absolute quiet never feel like peace? Instead, the silence brings a creeping, unfamiliar dread—as if I’m standing in the path of unseen danger."
Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born
Whispers echo,
Ears burn.
Worry rises,
Until someone chokes on their words.
@academia-lucifer
𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟼, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟼 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹 [ID: July 6. The same thought continually, desire, anxiety. Yet, calmer than usual, as if some great development were going forward the distant tremor of which I feel. Too much said. END ID]
Hermann Hesse (1877-1962), Wandering: Notes and Sketches