But Somewhere Me And Franz Kafka Are Alike From Our Distorted Love Life Point Of View.

but somewhere me and Franz kafka are alike from our distorted love life point of view.

sometimes people are so cute like you're aimlessly standing there doing your thing but a certain individual from across the room looks deeply into you. You can sense that individual staring at your every curve and niches of your face but you let them. You let them adore your face, you.

I'm a girl. Of course, I'm going to cut you mid-sentence and ask you the weirdest 'what if' and the strangest 'this or that' questions out of the blue.

isnt it beautiful that we share the same sky? we see the same moon, the same stars, and the same sun. so even if we're on opposite sides of the world, i can still say i love you. through the stars.

the feminine urge to have a deep rage inside of you that doesn’t go away

I really want a boyfriend so that I can see if I'm really a loving person or not?