“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.”—Franz Kafka (via breathlesshomicidalslimemutants)
“Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.”—Franz Kafka to Milena Jesenska, 1921 (via funeral)
Alright, so my little inquisitive Tumblerites, I’ve heard your screamings of “who makes these where can I buy it” Calabrte makes these lamps, they are made from dried gourds that have been drilled, each one is completely unique and costly.