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“I keep trying to convey something which cannot be conveyed, to explain something which cannot be explained, something in my bones, which can only be experienced in the same bones. In essence it might be nothing more than that fear of the greatest things as well as the smallest, fear, convulsive fear of pronouncing a single word. On the other hand, maybe this fear isn’t simply fear, but also longing for something greater than anything that can aspire fear. Only I am at fault, because there is too little truth on my part, still far too little truth, still mostly lies, lies told out of fear of myself and fear of people. This pitcher was broken long before it went to the well. And now I am keeping my mouth shut in order to stick with the truth a little. Lying is horrible, there is no worse mental agony. Therefore I beg you: let me be silent.”
Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena  (via deaths-and-entrances)

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“I have this vision: That I would finally come and find you. Scattered pieces of distance would not stand in my way. Not needing words; the barest of glimpses would suffice for you and me.”
Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena  (via goghst)

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“It seems I’ve stopped speaking with my voice. Part of me fell asleep and just watches.”
Fernando Pessoa  (via ratak-monodosico)

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dirtyscarab:

Scan from Araki by ArakiNobuyoshi Araki

dirtyscarab:

Scan from Araki by Araki
Nobuyoshi Araki

“When you feel perpetually unmotivated, you start questioning your existence in an unhealthy way; everything becomes a pseudo intellectual question you have no interest in responding whatsoever. This whole process becomes your very skin and it does not merely affect you; it actually defines you. So, you see yourself as a shadowy figure unworthy of developing interest, unworthy of wondering about the world - profoundly unworthy in every sense and deeply absent in your very presence.”
Ingmar Bergman (via ramengirl48)

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“As to some musical ears, dissonance is really a higher form of consonance.”
Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow (via talesofpassingtime)
blue-voids:

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