The Main Thing, When A Sword Cuts Into Ones Soul, Is To Keep A Calm Gaze, Lose No Blood, Accept The Coldness

The main thing, when a sword cuts into one’s soul, is to keep a calm gaze, lose no blood, accept the coldness of the sword with the coldness of a stone. By means of the stab, after the stab, become invulnerable.

Franz Kafka, from a diary entry, featured in The Blue Octavo Notebooks (via watchoutforintellect)

Thread:: Reclaiming A Monster’s Lost Treasure

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Turning around, it was clear to see she still remained the same, though confusion painted across her face. Her eye remained the same,  and now some scarring still lingered around the flesh of her eye.

“Maybe…?” She hesitates, eyebrows raised. Recently she had been getting that more and more often, though they often mistake her for a model. “I’m not one of those models you’d see in a girlfriend’s magazine, for the record,”

 She steps a little closer inspecting his eyes, the vivid blues reminded her of the little boy she met in that metro from so long ago. With this in mind, she muses that this young man could be him, but would he forgive her for leaving him long ago?

“Though your eyes do remind me of a little boy I knew at one point. He was a little lost boy in the metro when I first met him,” She remarks, as the memories flood into her thoughts of the dear monster boy she knew once upon a time.

China Town, Toronto

“Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re even born.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald; The Beautiful and Damned