untitled.

[shencomix]

We go forward.

[hold-a-lover-close-blog-deactiv]

This is too deep to comprehend.

[haleepls]

Stop it

[alltheselittlevoices]

I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE FUNNY

[regularsizegloria]

Fuck you

[thealexachan]

This fucked me up and it shouldn't have.

[cherryboom9]

[aprilsludgate-deactivated201503]

[psychopass]

[exames-deactivated20241224-deac]

same

[chubbythecorgi]

Who dares wake me from my slumber??

[tinfoilbowler]

[blomkvist]

[hoochootong-blog]

. on Flickr.

[blanket8989898-deactivated20150]

i havent made any really bad decisions lately im getting bored

[yezvs]

[kushandwizdom]

Separation gives a person time to let his or her heart grow fonder of a person and value them more.

[shantelsinactive]

[tinychatter-deactivated20150813]

u know when u really like someone and literally every little thing they do is cute and no matter what face they make they always look perfect to you

[words-of-emotion]

[submachineguns]

Thank you. I’m glad I met you

[minima--moralia]

Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate. Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met. "Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.” This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted. When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “My travels have changed me…” Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”

Kafka and the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss.

[themoonphase]

I LOVE KAFKA