[eternalpassions]

He is my one and only friend in this world who could understand me.. Gogol and Fyodor Chapter 78

Please do not repost

Credits to @akutagawaprize for scans :3

[sad-house-of-mortality]

“Oh, it’s madness, to be this lonely. To be this sick at heart.”

— Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via hapless-hollow)

[karamamazov]

“I sometimes feel as though I were carrying such weights of lead that I must at any moment be dragged down into the deepest sea and the person trying to seize or even ‘rescue’ me would give up, not from weakness, not even from hopelessness but from sheer annoyance.”

- Letters to Milena, Franz Kafka (1883-1924)

[cunttime]

*me, flirting* so which songs are you going to permanently associate with me?

[brokenheartedcubscout]

Farouq Jwaydeh | Virginia Woolf | Benvenuto Tisi | Dante Alighieri | Franz Kafka | He Jiaying | Xi Zhang | James Baldwin | Velimir Khlebnikov | | Sandro Botticelli

[bewitchedlady-deactivated202605]

“ It was wrong to open people’s letters, but it was right... to know everything.”

Atonement, Ian McEwan

[cosmicvngel]

[nefariouscinephile]

[classical-beauty-of-the-past]

Apollo Citaredo & Ares Ludovisi,  Palazzo Altemps, Rome 

by adrianovero

[lilcabinwitch]

[pixendrit]

As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty

[surqrised]

“I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.”

— Lauren Oliver, Delirium (via perfeqt)

[weltenwellen]

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[wordscanbeenough]

“It never ends, the bruise / of being–”

— Kevin Young, from “Greening”, Book of Hours: Poems

[silverscents]

[girlsingreenfields]

Photographed by Hellen van Meene for Paradis Magazine №5.

[theoptia]

Dan Pagis, from “Autobiography”; translated by Stephen Mitchell

Text ID: my parents invented grief, / I invented silence.

[sacredwhores]

Jonas Mekas - The Song of Italy (1967)