
-28y.o- Books (mostly classics), Quotes, Artworks, Poetry، Personal Prose Writing, and The Necessity of Reflection.
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"I Would Like To Be Able To Breathe To Be Able To Love Her By Memory Or Fidelity. But My Heart Aches.
"I would like to be able to breathe— to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely."
-Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959-

(Artwork by Alisher Kush).
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More Posts from Kafkaesquebibliomaniac
"I wanted only to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?"
-Hermann Hesse, Demian: A Story of Emil Sinclair.-

(Artwork The Great Century by René Magritte)
"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."
-Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis-

(Artwork by Mimmo Paladino)
"It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core."
-Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness-

We could be stargazing now, altogether.
Spread on the roof, like droplets of dew and ivies,
Wrapped up in meaningful silence, but
Instead, we're apart, counting stars
By the window, teeth-clenched and
Unblinking, waiting for shooting stars
To send each other flying kisses
Which smell of longing, of affection
And of resistance against the distance.
(poem by me)

"In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality."
-Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena-

(Artwork by Alisher Kush)