" Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it. "
Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (via tat-art)
" On Sundays Kafka goes for walks by himself, without any objective, without thinking. He says, ‘Every day I wish myself off the earth. There is nothing wrong with me except myself.’ "
From a note by Max Brod, early 1911 (via tat-art)
I am alive and obviously very dramatic