"Who's Sisyphus?" she asks. You begin to respond: "it's this myth about a guy being punished in the underworld where he has to-"
Her phone rings.
"One second," she says. A few minutes later, she prompts you to continue: "I'm sorry, I cut you off."
You start again. "Sisyphus is a-"
Her phone rings again. "Sorry, one sec."
Honestly it’s so hard to be the coolest friend who understands everything and calms everyone down
casually losing my mind over the intimacy of good morning text messages
it's strange. i felt less lonely when i didn't know you.
- Jean-Paul Sartre, The Flies
It must have been impossible to insult Kafka. Like, imagine that you call him an insufferable asshole and he just agrees with you. And then he would write in his diary about it.
February 15th I know I am the most insufferable of humans. Horrible. No sleep. Awful.
Zhang Jiuling, ed. by Jane Portal, from Chinese Love Poetry; “Looking at the moon and longing for a distant lover”
Sometimes I want to pull out my hair and scream through my chest and go back to my primal instincts of raw savagery, because I don't have the words to describe how beautiful she is and no camera can ever justify her worth. If only she could see...
I love daydreaming and not having to participate in life
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland.
me. me when a poem says something ive felt before