— July 19, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries

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— July 19, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries
🐰 “I don’t feel like I’ve just let everything go but I do feel a little freer inside and out. This is me. The real me. This is how I should be living. Just living.”
dogfish, mary oliver // small kindnesses, danusha laméris
on my way to quit everything and open a midnight diner in tokyo
Number (N)ine 'Dreaming Rain' T-Shirt (2006) Designed By: Takahiro Miysashita
I came, I saw, I got anxious, I left
Isamu Noguchi: Akari (1952) medium: paper, bamboo, and metal
i just think people should want me carnally even though i never leave the house
Patti Smith, Robert Mapplethorpe 1969 Norman Seeff, photography sketched by Robert Mapplethorpe
life is so weird i have so many things to read
Devon Aoki as Miho in Sin City (2005)
all a girlie needs is to be surrounded by her trinkets and have ambient lighting and maybe an open window with a slight breeze
from @lovethenature95 on ig .
Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin
Sony: PlayStation Portable (PSP), Mystic Silver (2009)
Admire as much as you can, most people don’t admire enough.
Vincent van Gogh, from ‘The Letters of Vincent van Gogh’ — Theo van Gogh - January 1874, tr. Arnold Pomerans
“I’m fascinated by the notion of the perpetual sound: a sound that won’t dissipate over time. Essentially, the opposite of a piano, because the notes never fade. I suppose, in literary terms, it would be like a metaphor for eternity.”
Ryuichi Sakamoto (January 17 1952 — March 28 2023)