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metamorphesque · 2 days
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on winter and longing
Sarah Kay, Natalie Diaz, Craig Keenan, Clarice Lispector, Mahmoud Darwish, Brittany Cossette, Franz Kafka, Edvard Munch, Richard Siken, Haruki Murakami, Holly Warburton, Mahmoud Darwish
buy me a coffee
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crimsonkismet · 1 day
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𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID:Four calmer days in the midst of tormented ones. END ID]
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dailykafka · 2 days
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- November 30, 1914
- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923
[ID: November 30. I can't write any more. I've come up against the last boundary, before which I shall in all likelihood again sit down for years, and then in all likelihood begin another story all over again that will again remain unfinished. This fate pursues me. And I have become cold again, and insensible; nothing is left but a senile love for unbroken calm. And like some kind of beast at the farthest pole from man, I shift my neck from side to side again and for the time being should like to try again to have F. back. I'll really try it, if the nausea I feel for myself doesn't prevent me. End ID]
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fairydrowning · 3 days
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– Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
[TEXT ID: Yours
(now I'm even losing my name—it was shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours) END ID]
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lillianna74 · 2 days
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Still, I feel helpless and outsider.
~Franz Kafka
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itsnemesisstuff · 2 days
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quotefeeling · 13 hours
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First impressions are always unreliable.
Franz Kafka
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thehopefulquotes · 2 days
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I live with you better than with anybody else.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Ottla and the Family (1909 - 1924)
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fromdarzaitoleeza · 2 days
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shapelytimber · 3 days
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Art I made in school but didn't want to post on their own, a compilation
Franz Kafka's metamorphosis was great, here it is in color now
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We had a art history class on the artist's studio throughout the ages, and so I made a rendition of my own gamer fort artist's studio :)
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(trad : "the disillusion of the student's artist studio" "oh, you there ?")
And finally, some drawings I did for my caricature class ._. (witch was more a of a stylisation exercice rather than trully caricature work)
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So here are Harvey Gillen, Nathalie Wynn, Catherine Deneuve and Peter Cushing's hands, and Dorian Electra
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nodeadfandoms · 2 days
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A landlord paintjob binding of Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka!
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ophelia-e · 3 hours
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Kafka, lettere a Milena
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crimsonkismet · 2 days
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𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟹𝟶, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: This fate pursues me. And I have become cold again, and insensible; nothing is left but a senile love for unbroken calm. END ID]
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dailykafka · 1 day
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- December 1, 1921
- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923
[ID: December 1. After paying four calls on me, M. left; she goes away tomorrow. Four calmer days in the midst of tormented ones. I feel no sorrow at her departure, no real sorrow; it is a long way from this unconcern to the point where her departure would cause me endless sorrow. Sorrow, I confess it, is not the greatest evil. End ID]
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ritikajyala · 10 months
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I lost my best friend 3 years ago- not lost as in dead but lost as in we only text each other on our birthdays now. Movies and books don't tell you that a friendship dying is like the sinking of a ship, you try to get higher and higher and hold onto the rails and unanswered texts, the captain tries to steer it to safety and salvage pieces of two broken hearts until you're left with memories of what once was. We were friends for a decade and knew each other's diaries by heart, I still remember her phone number and the way she took her coffee. Seeing her in streets is like breathing in a scent you forgot you knew but it immediately takes you back to a summer in '07.
Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?
It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
Edit: here's the visualizer for this piece
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anaysa · 5 months
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Franz Kafka // Sylvia Plath
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