Trista Mateer, From "Aphrodite Made Me Do It," Originally Published In 2019

I wanna mute my overthinking.

So close. So close. I wish I were dead.

-Franz Kafka, from Letters to Felice

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Leonard Woolf, featured in The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter featured in Letters of Fyodor Michailovitch Dostoevsky to his Family & Friends

3 May, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

M.L.Rio, “If We Were Villains.”

Simone de Beauvoir, from "Inseraparable: A Never Before Published Novel,"

There is nothing poetic in sadness. No salvation in pain.

You won't ease the suffering by running away.

It was always inside you.

The fear.

The grief.

The rage.

The sorrow.

Let it slip.

Nothing is everlasting but everything is eternal.

Maybe you fear death but

you're still about to be born.

We forgot who we actually are.

Tangled up in our daily lifes we believe everything that happens is important. That every bad thing that happened is proof that the universe is against us. But it's not.

We are it's children.

We are the same.