𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟺, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

[ID. October 4. I feel restless and vicious. END ID]

Art by Ksenia Svintsova (Iren Horrors)

“You can say anything and I will not abandon you.”

e.e. cummings, from ‘to stand(alone) in some’ (in 95 Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962

[Text ID: “ to stand(alone)in some autumnal afternoon: breathing a fatal stillness;”]

- October 4, 1911

- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913

[ID: October 4. I feel restless and vicious. End ID]

And love is when someone who even knows your scars, stays to kiss them.

Benjamin Griss

Please do yourself a favour. Don’t lower your standards to fit in. Don’t shrink who you are to make others feel comfortable. Do find and surround yourself with people who like you just the way you are and who encourage you to keep growing.

Kristen Butler

𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟺, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

[ID. October 4. I feel restless and vicious. Yesterday, before falling asleep, I had a flickering, cool little flame up in the left side of my head. The tension over my left eye has already settled down and made itself at home. When I think about it, it seems to me that I couldn’t hold out in the office even if they told me that in one month I’d be free. And most of the time in the office I do what I am  supposed to, am quite calm when I can be sure that my boss is satisfied, and do not feel that my condition is dreadful. By the way, last night I purposely made myself dull, went for a walk, read Dickens, then felt a little better and had lost the strength for sorrow. I still regarded the sorrow as justified but it seemed to have withdrawn somewhat, I looked at it from a distance and therefore hoped for better sleep. It was a little deeper too, but not enough, and often interrupted. I told myself, as consolation, that I had indeed once more repressed the great agitation in me but that I did not wish to succumb at once, as I had always done in the past after such occasions; rather, I wished to remain entirely conscious to the final flutterings of that agitation, which I had never done before. Perhaps in this way I would find hidden steadfastness in myself. END ID]

It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.

Lemony Snicket

Asking the Way, Ko Un (translated by Suji Kwock Kim and Sunja Kim Kwock)

Well, Fire fighter dude certainly didn’t hold back on his thoughts.

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

- October 5, 1911

- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913

[ID: Waiting for the next trifling occasion to let this rage explode. End ID]

I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.

Humans of New York - Amman, Jordan