Secret's out

Vous risquez des larmes si vous vous laissez apprivoiser.

[mejaisoulstealer]

this is the funniest thing i’ve ever watched

[julieateigen-deactivated2016112]

[sheholdsyoucaptivated]

[larmoyante]

Franz Kafka is Dead He died in a tree from which he wouldn’t come down. “Come down!” they cried to him. “Come down! Come down!” Silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence, while they waited for Kafka to speak. “I can’t,” he finally said, with a note of wistfulness. “Why?” they cried. Stars spilled across the black sky. “Because then you’ll stop asking for me.”

Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via larmoyante)

[elasticitymudflap]

i can never face my family again

[seinfeldia]

[lazulies]

[uncoverinq]

[itsrotten]

[freshprincesubs]

[queen-of-constance-blog]

[lumisays]

Dream

[silencegiudesourminds]

[idigfilm-blog]

[karnerblues]

[lumisays]

Virginia Woolf’s working table, photographed by Gisèle Freund (1965)

[hellanne]

[humansofnewyork]

"Sometimes, when I’m going home to see her, I think: ‘Nobody should be this happy on a Tuesday.’"

[blackestdespondency]

“When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours. And if I were to cast myself down before you and weep and tell you, what more would you know about me than you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful?”

Franz Kafka