one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.

- via duckbunny

Maggie Nelson, Bluets

From Waiting for This Story to End Before I Begin Another by Jan Heller Levi (via hush-syrup)

You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.

Ernest Hemingway

"Midsummer", d.x.yll/From Franz Kafka diaries 1910-1923

-Wendy Cope, excerpt of "From June to December" (A Summer Villanelle)