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thejunkyardthings · 3 years
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In popular opinion- people who love dark academia are believed to be dead inside.
In reality- people who love dark academia actually love it because it brings out every sunken emotion and feeling that lies alone, undiscovered and lost deep in our hearts.
It makes us feel alive.
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thejunkyardthings · 3 years
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wizards will wear a little hat
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Tumblr should officially be announced as the land of introverts.
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thejunkyardthings · 3 years
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I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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thejunkyardthings · 3 years
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I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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thejunkyardthings · 3 years
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“I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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thejunkyardthings · 3 years
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“If I could drown in sleep as I drown in fear I would be no longer alive.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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thejunkyardthings · 3 years
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“If I could drown in sleep as I drown in fear I would be no longer alive.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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thejunkyardthings · 3 years
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I am dirty, Milena, endlessly dirty, that is why I make such a fuss about cleanliness. None sing as purely as those in deepest hell; it is their singing we take for the singing of angels.
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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I am dirty, Milena, endlessly dirty, that is why I make such a fuss about cleanliness. None sing as purely as those in deepest hell; it is their singing we take for the singing of angels.
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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thejunkyardthings · 3 years
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I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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thejunkyardthings · 3 years
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In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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Candlelight. Divine emblems. 1867.
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Old street Bazaars, roadside salons with songs of Mukesh and Raj Kapoor playing and eateries where thousands of emotions are exchanged- India holds a galaxy of literature within. 
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thejunkyardthings · 3 years
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September has come bearing a hue of hope for me this time. I wish this season things actually turn out well for me with the magic of autumn unlike times when my hopes only evolved to become a distant daydream as blur as myself.
Happy Fall everyone! 🧡
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The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
Ernest Hemingway, Men Without Women
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