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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Kafka Zitate - Kafka Quotes
Franz Kafka (1883–1924) - einer der wichtigsten deutschsprachigen Autoren des 20. Jahrhunderts. Sein Leben verbrachte er hauptsächlich in seiner Geburtsstadt Prag. Sein Stil war so eigenwillig und unüblich, dass er einen eigenen Namen bekam: der kafkaeske Stil. ~ Franz Kafka (1883-1924) - one of the most important German-speaking authors of the 20th century. He spent his life mainly in his native city of Prague. His style was so idiosyncratic and unusual that it got its own name: the Kafkaesque style.
„Verbringe nicht die Zeit mit dem Suchen des Hindernisses, vielleicht ist keines da.“ ~ Don’t spend time looking for the obstacle, maybe there is none.
„Wer die Fähigkeit, Schönheit zu sehen, behält, der altert nicht.“ ~ “Who retains the ability to see beauty does not age.”
„Ich kann dich nicht verstehen lassen. Ich kann niemanden verstehen lassen, was in mir vorgeht. Ich kann es mir nicht einmal erklären.“ ~ I can’t let you understand. I can’t let anyone understand what’s going on inside me. I can’t even explain it to myself.
„Ich schreibe anders als ich rede, ich rede anders als ich denke, ich denke anders als ich denken soll und so geht es weiter bis ins tiefste Dunkel.“ ~ I write differently than I speak, I speak differently than I think, I think differently than I should think and so it goes on into the deepest darkness.
„Ich bin ein Käfig, auf der Suche nach einem Vogel.“ ~ I am a cage in search for a bird.
„Es gibt unendlich viel Hoffnung, nur nicht für uns.“ ~ There is an infinite amount of hope, just not for us.
„Ich glaube, man sollte überhaupt nur noch solche Bücher lesen, die einen beißen und stechen. Wenn das Buch, das wir lesen, uns nicht mit einem Faustschlag auf den Schädel weckt, wozu lesen wir dann das Buch? […] Ein Buch muss die Axt sein für das gefrorene Meer in uns.“ ~ I think you should only read books that bite and sting you. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a punch on the skull, what are we reading the book for? […] A book must be the ax for the frozen ocean inside us.
„Je länger man vor der Tür zögert, desto fremder wird man.“ ~ The longer you hesitate in front of the door, the more strange you become.
„Laß doch die Zukunft noch schlafen, wie sie es verdient. Wenn man sie nämlich vorzeitig weckt, bekommt man eine verschlafene Gegenwart.“ ~ Let the future sleep as it deserves. If you wake it up early, you get a sleepy presence.
Ladies with swords
Dark Academia self-care tips for the wintertime.
Embrace the beauty of the natural world as we enter into the depths of winter. There’s something wonderfully haunting about the barrenness, the muted saturation, the quiet. This season is like the stillness between the exhale and the inhale. Dwell in that space.
Try and get in the habit of waking up early, even if you only manage it on odd occasions. This time of year, the sun might rise later than you. Bask in the morning twilight.
Dress well and fully, even if you do not intend to leave the house.
After you wake up, go for a walk, be it brief of meandering. Do not listen to music, but rather hone in on the silence, the sound of your footfalls, the winter birds.
If you live near a park or otherwise pleasant natural area with benches, take with you a novel or poetry collection, and linger for a time to read. Remember to wear gloves so that you may turn pages without discomfort.
Open a window periodically throughout the day, even if it is cold. That brief blast of air will anchor you to the natural world.
Try to complete at least one chapter of reading per day. You must tend to your mind just as you tend to your body.
If you wish, you may compose handwritten letters to those you care for, or fear with whom you may be losing touch. A physical letter holds so much more weight than a text or email. Practice your cursive, make the letter truly lovely.
Eat dark chocolate rather than milk chocolate, tea rather than soda, whole bread rather than white.
Keep a handwritten journal of your upcoming tasks, daily aspirations and idle musings. Maintaining a written record of one’s obligations helps to remind oneself of the obligations’ true scales so that they do not try to expand and sprout teeth in the mind.
Work hard. This season is stark and unyielding, as are you. You were built for this. Face the storm head on.
As night draws in, play some classical music in the candlelight. Close your eyes, tip your head back, and lean into it. Let the song flow through you in haptic ecstasy.
Before retreating to bed, record some of the positive experiences brought to you throughout the day: from tasks you completed successfully, to poetic thoughts that stuck you, to birds you spotted on your windowsill. Kindle your childlike sense of wonder, for there is so much in this world to wonder at.
Breathe. Always. Feel it.
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 🧺
Paradise Lost, 1873, by Gustave Doré
MODERN CHAOTIC DARK ACADEMIA
listening to mozart, brahms, chopin (!!!), classical music in general at midnight with airpods
drinking carbonated water in a wine glass
drinking a p p l e j u i c e in a wine glass
cheap instant tea in an antique teacup that you’re sure is haunted and has been passed down for at least two (2) and a half generations
playing bach on an electric piano
reading the secret history as an ebook
doing research on alkaline hydrolysis in that brand new library that appeared out of nowhere three blocks from your house
blasting operatic arias on bluetooth speakers
going to class gussied up in yout finest tweed, linen, silk, etc. with a worm on a string attached to the loop of your trousers
doing whatever the hell you want!!! dark academia is yours to make your own and if it makes you happy, then do it!!! (does not apply to murdering someone in cold blood, however)
Enjoy this lovely pic🌱
look at these gentlemen!!
The Last Pigeon Keepers. Serena Motola photographed by Boe Marion for Unpolished Magazine N°8, Spring/Summer 2020.
Howl is the goblincore icon I look up to
Some of my favorite Howl and Sophie moments from Howls Moving Castle
Prague in Anthropoid (2016) dir. by Sean Ellis.
Caspar David Friedrich - “An artist in his studio contemplating a moonlit street from his opened window”
Romantic period
Oil on Canvas