hey, psyche

Last night I dreamt about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally somehow you caught fire.

— Kafka

(Source: crazycult)

And I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.

“You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.”

-Franz Kafka

How can one be glad in the world except if one takes one’s refuge in it?
September 22. Nothing.
Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
Gavin Turk, Metamorphosis

Gavin Turk, Metamorphosis

Whatever I touch crumbles to pieces.