#*reblogs

[itzzfox]

hey skibidis i just came back from a trip

what the hell is going on

[absentia-if]

me over all ur recent rebagels

I don’t know I think I like the idea of calling them rebagels now 😂

I’m glad you enjoyed my rebagels reblogs, I have quite a few older asks that I’d love for my newer followers to see without going through over 2000 posts (unless they’re feeling ambitious enough to do so).

[yumantimatter]

Apparently a hot take: reblog bait is still reblog bait even if it's for the sake of "sample size"

[if-music-be-the-food-of-love]

It’s funny (maybe only to me), but my blog is by no means a Sobbe/wtfock blog bc as clearly stated I like a lot of things; yet the second I feel like my other interests have taken over, I immediately reblog a bunch of Sobbe gifsets and stills.

And then suddenly it’s, “oooh, that’s better! I feel better now. The world has been set to rights.” How they own me 🙃🥺🙃

[genz-bisexual]

Hey guys I think I hate being a girl but I also don’t haha I hate this crisis I’ve changed my pronouns so many times but I want to repress it so badly. I really can’t stand myself.

[franzkavkas]

The Decisive Years, by Reiner Stach. Transcript below:

On February 19, 1911, Dr. Kafka, an executive at the firm, stayed home. His supervisor Eugene Pfohl found a letter of apology on his desk, the likes of which this office had surely never seen:

When I wanted to get out of bed today, I simply collapsed. The cause is very simple: I am absolutely overworked. Not by the office, but by my other work. The office has an innocent part in it only because if I did not have to go there, I could just live for my work and would not have to spend those six hours a day there, which have tormented me so much that you cannot imagine it, especially on Friday and Saturday, because I was full of my own concerns. In the end, as I am well aware, that is just talk; I am at fault and the office has the clearest and most justified claims on me. However, for me it is a horrible double life from which there is probably no way out except insanity. I am writing this in the good morning light and would surely not be writing it if it were not so true and if I did not love you like a son. Incidentally, I will certainly be myself again by tomorrow and will come to the office where the first thing I hear will be that you want me out of your department.

This letter is a perfect example of the disarming charm Kafka employed to bring brilliant solutions to desperate dilemmas. It must have been obvious to him that Pfohl would not simply put this letter in the personnel file (we have the text of it only because Kafka first formulated it in his diary), but obviously Kafka was confident that Pfohl would not “want him out”. It was far from the last time he would play this card.

[summer-fire]

Man… sure would be nice if life could like Go back to normal