#diaries of franz kafka

[crushing-on-nico-di-angelo]

2023

invitation, mary oliver // the unabridged journals, sylvia plath // happy xmas, john lennon // north country, mary oliver // i am running into a new year, lucille clifton // salt, nayyirah waheed // diaries of franz kafka // bird by bird, anne lamott // sunrise, louise glück

[philosophybits]

Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don’t find yourself.

Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka

[laylaslibrary]

-The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913

[metamorphesque]

― Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka: 1914-1923

[bloodandmoors]

— Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka (1912-1923)

[raeiyyn]

1. penelope douglas, bully, alone // 2. j. d. salinger, the catcher in the rye // 3. kirill medvedev, it's no good // 4. louis ferdinand céline, journey to the end of the night // 5. via // 6. franz kafka

[dactylicreveries]

Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka

[poeticnoumenology]

Diaries of Franz Kafka, Franz Kafka

[geniussloci]

Franz Kafka

[kaalbela]

The world is conquered and we have watched it with open eyes. We can therefore quietly turn away and live on.

- Franz Kafka

[oftenlostinfilms]

“Often – and in my inmost self perhaps all the time – I doubt whether I am a human being.”

Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

[philosophybitmaps]

“People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.” – Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka

[philosophybits]

Only those burdened with a common affliction understand each other. Thanks to their affliction they constitute a circle and provide each other mutual support.

Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka

[inadequate--feelings]

I never asked for too much.

I’m not a materialistic type of person. I’m more of a person who is trapped in their own mind constantly. Just reading books and poetry and romanticizing everything. Especially sadness. There is something poetic in sadness that no poem could ever explain. I never asked for too much. Just someone who understands your sadness and turns it into a poem, like Kafka did. I would die for someone who loves Kafka as much as I do. I never asked for too much. Just someone to read Kafka together. Maybe I did ask for too much. -r

[thepaintedside]

“One quite forgets one’s earthly existence because one is so entirely full of fury is permitted to believe that, given the opportunity, one would in the same way fill oneself with even more beautiful emotions.”

Franz Kafka’s diary entry, 27 March 1912. Translation by Joseph Kresh.

[littlemintbunny642]

„June 19. Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don’t find yourself.”

— Franz Kafka