Warmth Of The Sun, Ron Hicks | From A Letter To Milena, Franz Kafka

To be in love with the night sky

To figure out its ways

Where each constellation starts

And where the Milky-way lays

Telling Cassiopeia she is pretty

Because you know she wanted to hear it

Trusting her with your pain and screams

And telling her your dreams.

To know the phases of the Moon by heart

To shiver at your window on a cold night

Because you had to say goodbye to Mars

Than having your dreams guarded by the stars.

Doesn't the ice hurt when we skate on her?

Hundreds of blades cutting through her skin

But she doesn't cry, she resist as she hurts

When she is carrying all these lovebirds

To feel like being killed as others fall in love

With everyone but you, this must be hell

I'll write love poems to you ice, my beloved

So you don't feel alone while being cut up.

just some of the the changes in design for the Penguin Symbol on old Penguin Paperbacks 

DAMIANO DAVID Ronquières Festival

do you ever just think massimo staying up late the night before the competition making this to cheer his daughter

bonus : the machiavelli paw dotted 'i's

Thoughts on the balcony

The sharp cold air

Is filling my lungs

And I'm shivering

Trying to shape your name on my tongue

Guess I forgot how to,

People always do that

I thought I was different

Turns out I'm just as miserable and sad

I want to run away

And meet with you again

But I'm craven to do it

Or I'm maybe too brave to hold your hand

(I know it's not the best, I just felt like posting it...)

Bodyparts are falling from the sky

An I'm trying to piece you together

I can't seem to find the parts that fit

Sometimes you're too small, or too big

But I try relentlessly to build your body

Don't even realize it's a monster I've created

It doesn't have your smile, darling

It's my fault probably, but I swear I'm trying

So I'll just redo it again, and again

Until my hands are bleeding,

And my eyes are blinded from the building

And I collapse on the chest of the monsters I've created.

someone wrote this inside of the copy of the little prince i got at the thrift store

”Life is always just today and the today you have to try to enjoy, not tomorrow or the day after”

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[text ID: I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say, 'Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fears or restraint because the world is ending tomorrow.' ]

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