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twocozy · 1 month
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Oh, Kafka, we’re really in it now …
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littlegaywolf · 11 months
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afterall, feeling understood is the greatest form of love.
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hamoodmood · 1 year
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sweet-child-of-night · 8 months
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to be a comfort to you, if only a small comfort, that would be my joy.
franz kafka , 1914
picture credit : @mistyhasleftthebuilding
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parlapina · 4 months
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wethepoems · 5 months
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I never wish to be easily defined
Franz Kafka
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luckystarinsky · 1 year
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When Darwish said, “you are killing me, & you are keeping me from dying. This is love,” & Kafka wrote, “you are the knife I twist inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.”
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soulicrhythms · 1 year
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How do I stop carrying everything that has ever happened to me?
-Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak
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plasmasimagination · 1 year
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hi !! could i request hcs about kafka with an s/o who's easily flustered ? ty ! 🫶
SWEETIEPIE HAI
Hmm ofcourse
Tho I warn you I haven't written for a lot of women but I'll try my best
I tried alright (⁠。⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠。⁠)
She has a flirtatious nature so reader will be blushy so often •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀
I'm telling you this right off the bat, TEASE.
She will randomly do things just to see you get all embarassed and shy she finds it so adorable and will tease you about your reactions
Another thing she likes to do is just randomly in conversations add something flirty and then just look at you waiting for you to get it
She also gets kinda surprised when you get flustered over the smallest things that she considers normal
For example making you breakfast or holding your hand or buying you stuff she thought you would like
She doesn't understand why these small gestures make you so blushy but she enjoys seeing you happy so
She will also see it as a challenge like try out things from time to time to see your reaction
NICKNAMES NICKNAMES she will get really creative if she has to just to see that tiny little tint of red on your cheeks
Also will set up romantic dates for you
She goes out of her way to remember every single thing about you so she can always make a nice suprise and then pat you on the head when you sob out on how amazing she is
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frenchnewwaves · 1 year
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“I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.”
-Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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a reminder for the next time a man calls you hot and you think that shit's romantic:
Dostoevsky once said "She tortures me, tortures me with her love... in the past it was only that infernal body of her's that tortured me, but now I've taken all her soul into my soul and through her I've become a man"
and Kafka once said "in a way, you are poetry material; you are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality"
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murakamijeva-muza · 4 months
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“I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful.” ― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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stardust-musing · 10 months
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I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more
—Franz Kafka, The Castle
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hamoodmood · 7 months
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sweet-child-of-night · 7 months
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I remember the feeling as well, as if I were caught in a fog, unable to see my way forward or back. The past was a shadow behind me, the future a looming mountain ahead. I felt lost, like a ship without a compass l- stuck between all that could be and all that was
nocturne , excerpts from my journals
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nutnoce · 2 years
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Shield Bug [defecting questions]: I cannot make you understand me.
Shield Bug [introspecting]: I cannot even explain it to myself.
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