Hm Sometimes I Wish I Was One Of Those People Who Moves Thousands Of Miles Away And Never Looks Back

for my fellow melancholic millenials watching heartstopper, a beautiful quote by scott bryan.

At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully. Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.

The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll saying "please don't cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures."

Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka's life.

During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.

Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned. “It doesn't look like my doll at all," said the girl.

Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: "my travels have changed me." the little girl hugged the new doll and brought her happy home.

A year later Kafka died. Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:

"Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way."

the bond between two mutuals who've never talked but have the same taste. energetically, psychically aligned. sisters in vibes

repeat after me: ai p*rn/nudes of anyone is disgusting, gross and vile and illegal thing to do. this shouldn't happen in the first place. it does not matter if you hate the person or how privileged or popular they are, this shouldn't happen to anyone.

at this point they might be able to hurt my pericardium but they couldn't possibly break my heart.

Math profs saying, "I can factor this" has the same energy as girls saying, "I can fix him"

no of men in my life = no. of issues in my life.

“I’ll just write this short little fic”, the author says, not realising they’re doomed by the narrative

shout out to people who's family isnt entirely bad or entirely good, but something in between and you dont know how to feel about them. you feel angry but you also feel guilty, because you know they genuinely love and care about you, but sometimes they show it in a way you know its not okay. your feelings are valid, your anger and sadness and grief are valid, and you dont have to prove this to no one. bigger shout out to those with memory issues who know something isnt right but can't recall all of the bad events, only the feelings, which only increases the guilt.

IMcrying. Not even kidding.

I miss those days when we used to say "bhaiyaa yeh ek page ka answer hai? Aap itnaa saara yaad krte ho"?