I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
Franz Kafka, from Diaries  (via lunvorsum)

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Doris

flowerkitten:

cynthiaschemmer:

“but i think hope is like a crush. not the resigned hope, like - i hope things get better — but the hope that feels like suspended disbelief. where spaces open up and everything is possible again, and you’re pushed to adventure, pushed out of your regular boxes, pushed to…

I felt free and therefore I was free.
Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums (via throughtheopendoor)