I Love Dostoevsky. I Just Don’t Love Him, I’m A Dostoevsky’s Girl, I’m Whatever He Would Want

Russian Literature

I am not meant for casual. I was born for soul crushing devotion.

— October 16, 1921 / Franz Kafka diaries

Kim Addonizio, “The Singing”, Tell Me

“Everything has been figured out,

except how to live.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre

Rainer Maria Rilke, "The Prodigal Son." The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Stephen Mitchell)

wouldn’t it be nice if we were older then we wouldn’t have to wait so long?and wouldn’t it be nice to live together in the kind of world where we belong? you know it’s gonna make it that much better, when we can say goodnight and stay together. wouldn’t it be nice if we could wake up in the morning when the day is new? and after having spent the day together hold each other close the whole night through?

Franz Kafka