- Franz Kafka; from a diary entry dated 23 March 1914. (via setbabiesonfire)
nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you
I still think of you everyday, Isaac. I don’t why you did what you did, and I refuse to believe what everyone is saying. but whatever it is, I know you’re happy where you are now. I miss you very very much bro, and it truly pains me to know we’ll never have a cold one together again. wherever you are, I hope you’re happy, and wherever you are, do know that your dear friend here misses you very very much.
i’ll see you in the next life eh?
- Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via sunst0ne)