"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."
"Now I have expanded my life to accommodate my thoughts about you, and there is hardly a quarter of an hour of my waking time when I haven’t thought about you, and many quarter-hours when I do nothing else."
Franz Kafka, “Letters to Felice” (via freaking3eek)
"October 19. The inner world can only be experienced, not described."
Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks (via kafkaesque-world)
"Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other."
Richard Siken, from Detail of the Fire (via cherishaleena)