I cannot stand small talk, because I feel like there’s an elephant standing in the room shitting all over everything and nobody is saying anything. I’m just dying to say, “Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?” or “Do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?” But you can’t say that at a cocktail party.

Paul Gilmartin, The Mental Illness Happy Hour (via ongradschool)

We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art—we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.

The New Woman,
Anais Nin (via onlylivinggirlinla)