(Translated by William O’Daly)
(Source: liquidnight)
how horrific and final it really feels - and how alone you will be with the horror. and how you will forget for just a second, and when you remember again, it’s like remembering that the sun has been extinguished."
—- Charles Bukowski
(Source: bblacha)
Franz Kafka, Blue Octavo Notebooks , 1917-1919
[excerpts]
(via billyjane)
How exciting it was to think that long after the world had ended, whatever was left of our bodies would be transformed into a dazzling blizzard of diamond dust, blowing out towards eternity in the red glow of a dying sun.
"(via tatteredcover)


