Choose one of the authors I would die for
The major deities of my pantheon
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Self-isolates
Has a god-complex and despises themselves at the same time
Takes long walks at dusk when the city is empty, memories of the past accompany them, forgotten ghosts lingering in the dimming light
Complains about everyone
Gives everything an obscure symbolic meaning to be more dramatic
Franz Kafka
Cannot bare to look at their own reflection
Takes every accident in stride, as if they were expecting it to happen somehow
Quiet most of the time, rarely speaks up
Self-destructive
Tired eyes and a faraway look, sometimes doesn't know whether their dreams are reality or reality is just a dream
Osamu Dazai
Unable to establish any relationship
Alienated and detached from the rest of society
Misunderstood
Loses their identity trying to fit in somewhere they don't belong
Spends their days painting and doing art
Albert Camus
Absurdism
Drinks black coffee on the balcony at 5am, listening to the sounds of the city waking up
Nothing matters, so you should experience life and fight to be who you are
Rebellious, bright, isn't afraid of fighting for what they believe in
Heartfelt, contagious smiles
Sylvia Plath
Girlrotting in bed and dried flowers forgotten on the kitchen counter
Goes to parties, but once there doesn't have fun and wishes to be anywhere else
Takes long baths, reading and smoking, until the water gets cold
Burnout gifted kid
Hates men with a patronising attitude, does the opposite of what people tell them to do just out of spite
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Head empty, only Sylvia Plath's fig tree analogy.
