May 22nd, 1912
Franz Kafka, Diaries (1910-1923)
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― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: God, who am I? I sit in the library tonight, the lights glaring overhead, the fan whirring loudly. Girls, girls everywhere, reading books. Intent faces, flesh pink, white, yellow. And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches. There is history to read... centuries to comprehend before I sleep, millions of lives to assimilate before breakfast tomorrow. Yet I know that back at the house there is my room, full of my presence. There is my date this weekend: someone believes I am a human being, not a name merely. And these are the only indications that I am a whole person, not merely a knot of nerves, without identity. I'm lost.]
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My life is a struggle between my need for acceptance, my fear of rejection, and a desire to not care at all.
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shipping characters from classic literature just hits different, you know? nick and gatsby. perfect. mina and jonathan. chef’s kiss. hamlet and horatio. angsty. achilles and patroclus. hella angsty. frankenstein and clerval. don’t even get me started.
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Your heart sits in an attic with cold feet, pondering over the warm feelings it isn't capable of having
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— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.]
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Whenever you think your skills are bad or you don't have enough knowledge yet, say "it's just a lack of experience". Experience can be gained, you can always improve if you remember that you have this option.
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"Come into the Water", Mitski / Men and Water, Denisse Ariana Pérez
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