How bout it then?

Mons Klint (by mr_durian)
April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never.
by Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka (via fatifer)

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I dont know what I was doing but I suddenly remembered Sharon Osborne running into a door