I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.
Franz Kafka (via psych-facts)
The mind of a perfectionist is literally the most terrifying place to ever exist. Its constantly a tornado of guilt, over-analysis, criticism directed at the self, over-achievment, there is no rest. Imagine never feeling good enough for yourself
I interviewed a woman who is terminally ill. ‘So,’ I tried to delicately ask, ‘What is it like to wake up every morning and know that you are dying?’ ‘Well,’ she responded, ‘What is it like to wake up every morning and pretend that you are not?’
It scares me sometimes, the emptiness I see in my eyes.
The Wonder Years (via hqlines)