well…

I am taking a piece, a piece of my heart, packing it neatly in a few sheets of inscribed paper, and sending it on to you.

Franz Kafka, 1903.

i cant feel my legs

To look after someone is my secret, everlasting desire

Franz Kafka, 1913.

I sit in my dressing gown in my armchair for a whole hour doing nothing, just as I’m sitting now in my freezing cold room, with a blanket around my legs. Why, you may ask, and I am asking too.

Franz Kafka, 1912.

Your Monday letter, so full of love and kindness, almost energetic, has made me regain my balance.

Franz Kafka, 1912.

If you were one of those affected by someone thinking of you, you would have woken up with a start in the middle of the night; reading in bed in the morning the lines would have become blurred; at breakfast your eyes would have strayed beyond your cocoa & rolls

Franz Kafka, 1912

I devour the hours outside the office like a wild beast.

Franz Kafka, 1907.

Work drives me this way and that, and so do my thoughts of you, but in different directions.

Franz Kafka, 1912.

Keep well, and may the sun shine upon us— innocent or guilty— once again.

Franz Kafka, 1924.

every time i. check my profile i watch this and get stuck in a trance

kill them both with a rifle please god someone do something

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GET AWAY FROM MEEEE

bonnie hurts me every day of my life

🤤

oh… i think he’s quite nice actually…

hey who’s that guy

Happiness seems to await us both.

Franz Kafka, 1913.

When I walk alone in the woods or he in the meadows, all is well. 

Franz Kafka, 1912.

heh… my genius cannot be matched

I must tell you in confidence that these past few days I have written terribly little, indeed practically nothing; I am too preoccupied with you, think too much about you.

Franz Kafka, 1912.

Dearest, today I am writing to you before embarking on my own writing, to avoid the sensation of keeping you waiting

Franz Kafka, 1912.

A lovely, peaceful, gray Sunday.

Franz Kafka, 1915.

Dearest, no unnecessary worries!

Franz Kafka, 1913.

I feel like brushing the hair off your forehead, and consulting your eyes.

Franz Kafka, 1916.

On Sundays let us plunge into bygone days.

Franz Kafka, 1912.

Had I slept as much as I thought about you, it would have been a lot.

Franz Kafka, 1913.