Feels Caught Up In The Kafkaesque.

Feels caught up in the kafkaesque.

It's not about love. It's about loving, the ability to be able to love constantly, frequently, regularly. It's about the quality you put into the action. I know you are capable of love, but are you able to loving? Love is primordial. It exits before you do, it is happening now as we read this, somewhere in many ways and colours. It's not about love, it's about how willing, how ready you are to act on loving. Think less of love as a noun and more as a verb and the answer will come to the tip of your tongue.

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I cannot speak coherently. I cannot put up show to everyone. I am not sane. The truth is there's always blood in my mind, I have clogged pores inside my brain, but they're not strictly pores. They have pointy ends, like cutting edges, I am had in the sharp teeth of my thoughts. I cannot speak coherently but I care about you and I would listen to you through day and night.

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_The Great Gatsby, Fitzgerald_

(Artwork by Émile Friant.)

Charles Dickens, Great Expectations.

(The Great Gatsby, Fitzgerald.)

(Artwork by Mario Sironi.)