"I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity."
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via depressionparty)
(Source: larmoyante, via depressionparty)
"I’m just dying to say, “Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?” or “Do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?” But you can’t say that at a cocktail party."
— Paul Gilmartin, The Mental Illness Happy Hour (via wanduring)
(Source: larmoyante, via wanduring)