Internal Monologues

Bing bong

[aurorepeuffier]

the truth about snail.

This was an old idea. I wanted to do a better animation with it.

[livesunique]

Blenheim Palace, Woodstock, Oxfordshire, England,

Will Pryce Photography

[shakespearesdaughters]

[soulsnatcha]

it’s not about your boobs ladies. it’s about what’s under your boobs. your lungs, because we are gonna be blazing a lot of kush and you need to keep up.

[wetheurban]

Say it with me:

Everything that leaves is replaced by something better. I never lack.

[eroscestlavie]

im riveted by this. this is the future of television. 

[eroscestlavie]

this post has rendered my activity feed unusable on so many occasions but I can’t bring myself to delete it. Noodles…

[coughloop]

No 👎

[gasterofficial]

fun fact: “tired” is not supposed to be your default state of existence

[abandonedgreenhouse]

✧˖°.🎧⋆ ˚｡⋆☕₊˚.🍂

[girlonedge]

the best time of year 🍁

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

[nikswonderland]

exploring abandoned castles in the forest

[peacefulandcozy]

Instagram credit: laurasreadingtime

[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."

[mister-christmas]

[vancouver-lord-goldeneyes]

The clothes are not clean or dirty but a secret third thing (on the chair)

[funnytwittertweets]

[gauntletqueen]

HEARTBREAKING: Poor girl has to get out of the soft warm bed even though she is so so so so comfy