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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-

(Artwork by Alisher Kush)

"The tremendous world

I have in my head. But how to free myself and free it without being torn to pieces. And a thousand times rather be torn to pieces than retain it in me or bury it."

-Book: The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1923-

(Artwork by Miles Johnston.)

"There are times when my longing for you overwhelms me […] so often I can think of you only with teeth clenched."

-Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎-

(Artwork/artist: unknown (to me)).

"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."

-Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis-

(Artwork by Mimmo Paladino)

"I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more."

-Franz Kafka, The Castle.-

(Artwork by Anne Magill.)

"You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state."

-Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎-

(Artwork by ratsandlilies.art.)

(Can we also TALK ABOUT FLEABAG. I love that show.)

The Diaries of Franz Kafka 1910-1923.

(Artwork by Aleksandra Waliszewska.)

"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-

(Artworks by Kim Young Hun.)

-The Diaries of Franz Kafka 1910-1923-

(Bronze Sculpture by Fredrick Raddum.)

"How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense."

Franz Kafka, Metamorphosis.

(Artwork by Liza Sivakova.)

"Nervous states of the worst sort control me without pause. Everything that is not literature bores me and I hate it. I lack all aptitude for family life except, at best, as an observer. I have no family feeling and visitors make me almost feel as though I were maliciously being attacked."

_Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923_

(Artwork by D.B Horowitz.)

It's late night, late that I should be sleeping and ready this body for tomorrow but grabbing a book, turning pages, reading Kafka anytime, anywhere is no sin.

Feels caught up in the kafkaesque.

Creds: divine on pinterest

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