Sleepy Eyes

it's crazy what you

can become with only

a few bad examples

and a load of courage.

~kairos

“Im hangry” the hell is that.

I think I understand why you call yourself Atlas now.

You don't have to be a man to be so stony-faced,

Muscles frozen from a backhand's winter wind.

The weight of the world isn't so heavy, you tell me,

It's all you've ever carried, your back broken in a bow.

Do you bow to an audience, stony-faced girl?

Is it their mistaken applause you crave,

Or do you bow because it's all you know?

You're a beautiful performer, Atlas. That's clear to me,

You dance so gracefully across this shattered stage.

I hear you tell yourself the ringing in your ears

Was just the echo of an orchestra,

A symphony of shouts in minor key.

Don't you bow to this world, performer.

Bite the backhand with a smile.

Disobey this heartless world you know.

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vegans making honey a bee labour issue is the funniest thing imaginable because like, you picked the one animal that has already unionised

- February 27, 1922

- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923

[ID: "February 27. Slept badly in the afternoon; everything is changed; my misery pressing me hard again." End ID]

Jane Austen really said ‘I respect the “I can fix him” movement but that’s just not me. He’ll fix himself if knows what’s good for him’ and that’s why her works are still calling the shots today.

warmth of the sun, ron hicks | from a letter to milena, franz kafka

how is there so much going on inside of my head but aIso literally nothing

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[text ID: I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say, 'Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fears or restraint because the world is ending tomorrow.' ]