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At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully. Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.

The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter “written” by the doll saying “please don’t cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures.”

Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka’s life.

During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.

Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned. “It doesn’t look like my doll at all,“ said the girl.

Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: “my travels have changed me.” the little girl hugged the new doll and brought her happy home.

A year later Kafka died. Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:

“Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way.”

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I don’t know if I can make sense of this feeling just yet, but there’s a conflict in overcoming heartbreak. I know I need to be strong. I don’t want to be. I know one day this will hurt less, but I’m also afraid of a time in my life where this feels so much farther away, seems less important.

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being a writer is fun bc you can create the lines that destroy you

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yall see “love” and immediately go to “romantic love” if you translate “love is the whole point” to “romantic love is the whole point” you need to rethink everything because love is found in everything. in community, in friendships, in family, in food, in nature so actually love is the whole point and u can die mad about it. hope this helps <3

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We fold the sheets as we argue facing each other, we eat soup in identical bowls, shes sitting on the sofa while i sit on the floor looking anywhere but at each other. I listen to her talk softly to my niece a minute after she scolds me for not ironing her clothes properly. And yet the sadness i feel can only be healed by a mothers love. Its sicken and sadening.

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The days when i am consumed by rage, and my chest feels warm, I imagine myself weilding immense power, my hands moving in flowing motion. Its calming and fluid. My rage gives me power, i am yet to control.

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Dear you,

Be gentle with yourself, you're fragile right now and all that pain within you doesn't deserve to grow any longer. You're as powerful as a bomb, but as delicate as a flower. You need to nourish yourself with love. Grow a garden and bloom into exactly who you've always been meant to be. Chase your dreams, face your darkness, and create your own path where destiny is yours to choose. I know you don't believe right now, but have faith. Faith always guides, even when it seems like you have no place to go.

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Now im crying

i saw the words “ur not the first person in your lineage to be queer” and it’s rocking me to my core. how many generations down the line did one of my ancestors feel the way i did, feel differently than i did and so damn queerly it was a crime? how many of us were there? did they have hope? did they find peace? i don’t know. at the very least, maybe i am proof their identity was never wasted. reincarnated.

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just found out that “wish you were here” in persian is ‘jāy-e shomā khālīst’ which means “your place is empty” and it felt like being stabbed in the heart 37 times

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if there's anything tumblr has taught me it's that this guy named franz kafka was in agony 365 days a year

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I think about this Twitter poll every day of my goddamn life

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I suppose love is the worst thing to look for, and the most beautiful thing to find.

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Im really tired, of wanting ppl who dont want me back

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I suppose love is the worst thing to look for, and the most beautiful thing to find.

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Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Boys”

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(アボガド6さんのツイート: “気まぐれブックストッパー… ”から)

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Saitou Kazu.