I feel so on edge I canโt stand it. Iโm afraid. Iโm no good for anything.
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I feel so on edge I canโt stand it. Iโm afraid. Iโm no good for anything.
Dazai Osamu, No Longer Human
January 15 to 16, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973
Do you think I have forgotten about you,A?
How do you cope up when your dreams die?
What's next?
How do you pick yourself up?
You pick up each and every piece of yourself as delicately as possible and build a new masterpiece while crying ,while licking your wounds. But you will build something beautiful once again. That's inevitable.
btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.
"And that we will fight someday and we will get separated and none of this will matter."
Sometimes ,there are parts of you that you didn't know existed until you come across a certain person.
And sometimes you lose those parts when you lose that person.
It leaves an imprint on your very soul and more often than not, you find yourself thinking of them , unknowingly. So, it will always matter. No matter how it ends.
But LIFE goes on!
More people come in your life, you find a little more about yourself each time.
That's the very mechanism of life.
the worst part about grief is that it feels like the world should be horrendously earth shatteringly changed, and to an extent it IS but its also the same. to everyone else it's just another tuesday. the world moves on. you have to go grocery shopping.
Life goes on! That's it's basic mechanism.
This is what home feels like. I remembered what being happy felt like, what living in the moment felt like . And I truly felt those lines about how you'll you'll never be as beautiful as you are now , you'll never be as young as you are now. I felt like the main character for once ,like it was my story . Free. Independent. Capable of anything.
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My mind is a graveyard I visit frequently to meet ghosts.
crime and punishment is such a funny book because on one hand porfiry is playing six dimensional chess, psychologically torturing, viciously gaslighting raskolnikov into confessing the crime by making himself inescapable and raskolnikovโs heart is beating out of his chest as heโs like heโs too smart for me, he knows everything, how can I possibly outsmart this madman. but then also porifry will ask questions like โdo you think some people are allowed to kill others and that you are one of those peopleโ and raskolnikov will just be like โyeahโ
No matter how busy you may think you are, you must find time for reading.
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A nihilist when things go wrong ; an absurdist when everything is going right.
While she was woven in the fabric of tarab ,he was beneath the veneer of atychiphobia and the disbalance suspended their love in a moment of anhedonia.
These beautiful interactions with him are the highlighted paragraphs in the book of my life.
You don't need to understand the words to know what she wants to convey.