Staying very still in the darkness, I became less and less convinced of the fact that I actually existed.
I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena: Expanded and Revised, in a New Translation (via tillthemusicends)
If you want to learn what someone fears losing, watch what they photograph.
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This hit me harder than I expected.