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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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@shayan999
The San Francisco Examiner, California, February 25, 1935
Sometimes I think humankind hasn’t changed at all.
WHAT IS “DOES”?
this too shall pass but the fuck was that for
November 28, 1929 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977
“Cats don’t actually love you”
A cat is a small creature in the middle of the food chain that is fully aware that you are a very large thing that could stomp its head in at any moment and yet it chooses to rest its tiny little head on your leg for a nap and spreads out on the floor near you exposing its belly and its most sensitive organs. It brings dead mice and bugs to you to share food.
Don’t you get it? This tiny thing trusts you. It wants to help you too. It licks your leg thinking that it’s helping. It kneads on you to find comfort. It shares its body warmth with you in the cold and gives you your space in the heat. It hisses at other mammals it sees outside including other cats in an effort to protect its family.
Cats love you so so much. But they will keep trying to eat plastic.
Windy
Phone Wallpaper
I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.
they say you can't pour from an empty cup but i've been doing it my whole life and aside from all of these mysterious ailments it's working out great for me
But how?
Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Nikos Kazantzakis
Franz Kafka, from a letter to Milena Jesenka featured in "Letters to Milena,"
your father is always mad and the music is always loud
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What I really like about this post is that it really does look like voices screaming at each other. Grieving, comforting, raging. It's what grief feels like.
From February 9 to 10, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973