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—  Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

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i think the wine-dark sea and rosy-fingered dawn should kiss

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love is real... (ate some fruit and sat in the sun)

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the overwhelming desire to just exist without having to prove one’s worth in the false world of commodity and personality production

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time to go on antidepressants i think

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It’s a restless moonlit night tonight.

Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master & Margarita (tr. by Richard Pevear & Larissa Volokhonsky), 1940 (via megairea)

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𝙴𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝙴𝚞𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜

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you know when you’re talking w/ someone and you just feel.. Warm. like.. not.. warmth temperature-wise but just this.. sense of overall coziness like on an emotional level speaking w/ them is the equivalent of whenever you step into a patch of sunlight… that’s something

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staying up late with other humans is such a weird thing like you get this special bond and like a what is this feeling

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— Virginia Woolf, a diary entry

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you, who opened suns in my heart,

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[A white fortune cookie paper with blue text reading: The stars appear every night in the sky. All is well. Lucky Numbers 10, 16, 18, 27, 30, 32]

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book dedications are so tender here is this piece of art i made for an audience of thousands. but really every word is for you

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the intimacy of reading while someone you love sits close to you, reading their own book, being so comfortable with each other that it feels natural, like you’re truly home