I do not see the world at all; I invent it.
Franz Kafka, Diaries (via wnq-writers)
I do not see the world at all; I invent it.
But now not another word, only kisses, and many of them for a thousand reasons—because it’s Sunday, because the weather is fine, or maybe because the weather is bad, because I write badly, and because I hope my writing will improve, and because I know so little about you and kisses are the only means of discovering something that counts,…