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#favorite #quotes #jeff foster #humanity #relationships #dear followers

tommyswiseau

#me and my last two brain cells

luvingly

wei--wuxian

what are your twenties if not an endless string of the ghosts of who you thought you would become

wei--wuxian

it's okay to start over. (and over, and over, and over)

i'm halfway through now and dying for the second time. forgive yourself for it. as many times as it takes.

💩

ALL of the notes on my iPad just spontaneously disappeared.

A trove of personal reflections, creative project outlines, lists of things to remember… seemingly insignificant, but meaningful/helpful to me.

Now gone. Poof. Vanished into thin air.

What an annoying way to be reminded of the transience of all things and how much we foolishly depend on technology to prop up our daily life.

Fuck modernity, I should’ve just written everything down in an “old school” notebook. 😒

aaaangel444

nedsseveredhead

Thank you for engaging in the mortifying ordeal of being known so that I may partake in the euphoric experience of knowing you.

jupiter-suggestion

i want to be inconvenienced by you. i want to wait for you, i want to hold your things while you do something else, i want to make adjustments to my plans to make space for you.

someone at your side who takes up no space and has no needs of their own is not a person, but a shadow.

i don't want a shadow, i want you. i want my life to be altered by your presence in it. please, inconvenience me.

#love #relationships #babe

goodnight-moves-deactivated2022

At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully. Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.

The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll saying "please don't cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures."

Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka's life.

During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.

Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned. “It doesn't look like my doll at all," said the girl.

Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: "my travels have changed me." the little girl hugged the new doll and brought her happy home.

A year later Kafka died. Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:

"Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way."