Space is fake
i don't do bad sauce passes

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Space is fake
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]
—Franz Kafka in Kafka’s Selected Stories: A Norton Critical Edition
Haven’t posted in about 3 years on here. Hi everyone
Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1913, featured in Letters To Felice
“What matters is not how well you can avoid trouble, but how you cope with trouble when it comes.”
— Paul Auster, The Book of Illusions
BUT I WAS LITTLE TOO // ON THE FAILURE OF FATHERS
Michael Wasson This Dusk In A Mouth Full of Prayer // Ocean Vuong Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong // Aftersun (2022) dir. Charlotte Wells // Mitski A Burning Hill // Franz Kafka Letter to His Father // Disco Elysium (2019) cr. ZA/UM // Sharon Olds I Wanted to Be There When My Father Died // Daniel Lavery & Cecillia Corrigan FROM THE MAKERS OF "TWO-MOM ENERGY DRINK," IT'S "LET YOUR FATHER DIE" ENERGY DRINK // pinterest // pinterest // @inkskinned Red Blood, Black Ink // Arcade Fire Windowsill
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours
May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude
“Don’t be afraid, my darling. Luckily, life still loves me enough to never abandon me, and the fact that I even complain about it and revolt against this boredom that is winning me over and this desert where I am struggling is proof of this. What would I have to ask her if I didn’t feel her value in me, her echo near or far? And then… those who are born alive, die alive and I even wonder to what extent life does not go beyond their existence… but where am I going? Forgive me, my love; I am going astray. I just wanted to assure you of something that you never doubted; even at the moments when I feel the deadest soul, a thousand embers are there that fizzle in silence and that all the ice in the world would not reach. These thousand embers, I reserve them all for you. They are waiting for you, as well as the ashes - alas.”
— Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, February 2, 1950 [#165]
The Thing Is - Ellen Bass / The Unpublished Poems of E.E. Cummings / Birthday - Andrea Gibson