triple six, five, forked tongue

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. Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka   (via delicateswans)

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