Me. Me When A Poem Says Something Ive Felt Before

unstoppable force (wanting to be the kindest version of myself) vs immovable object (all the anger and hatred I have inside myself)

if we did ask ourselves would the answer even matter we are a person as viewed by the ones around us they make us real otherwise all this could be just a dream

we are reduced to asking others what we are. we never dare to ask ourselves

Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Discourse on Inequality

how do i feel? i feel like giving up bro

{Marya Hornbacher from Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia//stay away but come closer via Altusboy on Tumblr}

if youre "career driven" fucking grow up. im hanging out driven. im goofin off driven. im grabbin a bite driven

— Speaking Tree, Joy Harjo

[text ID: I carry a yearning I cannot bear alone in the dark—]

the conundrum never ends

(the painting is official gaspard and lisa art from their japanese twitter)

Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding (1943)

This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.

Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923