j’t’ai dans la peau, j’t’ai dans la tête
You are the sum of your actions and accomplishments, not your wishes, dreams, and intentions.
My thought is me: that’s why I can’t stop. I exist because I think…and I can’t stop myself from thinking. At this very moment —it’s frightful— if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing.
—Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via skeletons-are-fine)