#leters

[dysphoresque]

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[letsdarkacademy]

Do you ever feel so empty it doesn’t even hurt? Like my humanity was turned off. Time passes and I’m sitting in my chair looking at a wall and every now and then I say “I’m fine”, “Yes, sure, everything is OK”. And I sit there for next days scared that they will become months. Trapped in my mind and the only person who has a key is me. So why can’t I free my self? Why?

[garthglaz]

Dave Brubeck, Blue Rondo ala Turk

[theproblemismykokoro]

"Si yo buscaba la manera de arrancarnos cada miedo.

Tú encontrabas la manera de ponerlo de nuevo"

[blackcoffe]

¿Que hace un alma triste en un mundo tan vano? ¿Que haces cuando de pensar te das cuenta que no tienes un propósito? ¿Dios comete errores? ¿Existen personas de "relleno" aquí? ¿Que hago aquí? Seguiré buscando...

[gael-de-lord]

Nada; solo colores

Pues sí, no es nada suuuperinteresante.

Solo es que ya aprendí a escribir con colores en las letrasss.

Pero para hacerlo letra por letra es muuuuuy estresante.

[fromthesomewhere]

6 February 1919 - Note to Edith Robertson 

The note above was apparently included with a package sent from Fred Baragar to Edith Robertson on 6 February 1919. There is no indication what was in the package, only that it was a birthday gift.

“Dearest Edith Anne:  These things with love and birthday wishes. Fred.”

[trustaketime]