let me tell you

Virginia Woolf, from The Waves

Naomi Shihab Nye, from Red Suitcase; "Sincerely"

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931–1934

— Sarah Dessen, Someone Like You

[Text ID: I say: How is this my concern? I'm a spectator / He says: No spectators at chasm's door ... and no / one is neutral here. And you must choose / your part in the end]

[Text ID: The trouble is that once you see it, you can't unsee it. And once you've seen it, keeping quiet, saying nothing, becomes as political an act as speaking out. There's no innocence. Either way, you're accountable.]

— Franz Kafka, Diaries 1910-1923

Every piece of classic literature: Hi. It's me. The bland everyman whose only purpose is to tell you this story. I have no actual personality. Here's the story of the time I encountered the worst people I ever met in my life. But first, ten pages of description about the place in which I met them.

Charles Dickens: Here is the worst ugliest rudest meanest nastiest bitch you’ve ever met in your life.

Narrators of every book of the 19th century: the lesson I learned is these people fucking suck, sayonara you freaks

Everyone from ancient times through the 19th century: would you like to watch a Guy fuck up twenty times in a row

Tony Hoagland, from Application for Release from the Dream; “The Complex Sentence”

— Jim Carrey

— Charles Baudelaire