Status Updates From رسائل إلى ميلينا

"Тебе 38 лет, и ты так устал, как, наверное, от возраста вообще не устают. Вернее сказать, ты вовсе не устал, а стал беспокойным, ты лишний шаг боишься ступить на этой ощетинившейся ловушками земле"

ojala... ojala alguien me quiera un día...

kochany kafka

Bro invented pining

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

m'encanta quan la gent parla del món i Kafka ha dit això: "o el món és minúscul o nosaltres immensos, en tot cas l'omplim tot senser".

"now I'm even losing my name— it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours" ...... crying

Dnf

we switched the languages because my brain can't comprehend English at the moment, and I'd rather enjoy the book than just read it. Also, visca Catalunya! If I wanted the true experience, I would've bought the German version, but I'm afraid I don't have the guts for that

WHAT KIND OF ENDING IS THAT ?!?

“how did people ever get the idea they could communicate with one another by letter! one can think about someone far away and one can hold on to someone nearby; everything else is beyond human power. writing letters, on the other hand, means exposing oneself to the ghosts, who are greedily waiting precisely for that. written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way.” ☹️

“this afternoon i couldn’t get out of bed, not because i was too tired but too “heavy,” this word keeps recurring, it’s the only one that fits me, do you really understand it? it’s something like the “heaviness” of a ship that has lost its rudder and says to the waves: “i’m too heavy for myself and too light for you.””

“i don’t think i could offer congratulations of any length without coughing. fortunately no congratulations are necessary, just a thank you for being on this earth, where i wouldn’t have even begun to expect you might be found.”

“i see you bent over your work, your neck bared, i’m standing behind you, but you don’t know it—please don’t be frightened if you feel my lips on the back of your neck, i didn’t mean to kiss it, it’s only love which can’t be helped)”

I’M INSANE 😵‍💫

franz kafka the simp u are 🥹

“i’m tired, can’t think of a thing, and my sole wish is to lay my head in your lap, feel your hand on my head, and stay that way through all eternity—yours”

IN SHAMBLES.

“milena, don’t listen to me, and write me every day anyway, it can even be very brief, briefer than today’s letters, just 2 lines, just one, just one word, but if i had to go without them i would suffer terribly.”

i love this sm 😭😭😭

“it’s simply a weakness, a mood of the heart, which knows exactly why it’s beating nevertheless. giants have their weaknesses as well; i believe even hercules fainted once. with my teeth clenched, however, and with your eyes before me i can endure anything: distance, anxiety, worry, letterlessness.”

“now i’m even losing my name—it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: yours.” 🥹

Meran, 12. 6.1920

Diese Kreuz- und Querbriefe müssen aufhören, Milena, die machen uns toll, man weiß nicht, was man geschrieben hat, nicht, worauf geantwortet wird und zittert immer, wie es auch sei. Dein Tschechisch verstehe ich sehr gut, höre auch das Lachen, aber ich wühle mich ja in Deine Briefe noch zwischen Wort und Lachen, dann höre ich nur das Wort und außerdem ist ja mein Wesen: Angst.

Forts. in Kommentar

“I’m not saying goodbye. There isn’t any goodbye, unless gravity, which is lying in wait for me, pulls me down entirely. But how could it, since your are alive.”

vittu että mulla kestäää lukee tätä mut tässä on niin paljo sellasta mitä en ymmärrä (mm. referenssejä aiempiin kirjeisiin tai joihinkin henkilöihin mitä ei isommin avata) ja aivot menee solmuun

Meran, 11. Juni 1920

Ich nehme den Brief noch einmal aus dem Umschlag, hier ist Platz: Bitte sag mir einmal wieder - nicht immer, das will ich gar nicht - sag mir einmal Du.

Letzthin habe ich wieder von Ihnen geträumt, es war ein großer Traum, ich erinnere mich aber fast an gar nichts. Ich war in Wien, davon weiß ich nichts, dann aber kam ich nach Prag und hatte Ihre Adresse vergessen...

Fortsetzung in Kommentar

on the verge of tears as always when i read this book

I'M NOT EVEN MILENA BUT I'M LOSING MY MIND

Meran, 11.7.1920

Die Wirkung Ihrer Briefe verkennen Sie, Milena.
Die Montagbriefe (jen strach o Vás)[ (nur Angst um Sie] habe ich noch immer nicht ganz gelesen (heute früh habe ich es versucht, es gierig auch schon ein wenig, es war ja auch schon etwas Historie geworden durch meinen Vorschlag, aber zuende lesen konnte ich sie noch nicht), der Dienstagbrief dagegen ...

Fortsetzung im Kommentar

“¿No sirven de nada la leche y la mantequilla y la ensalada y necesito alimentarme con tu presencia?”

Mi niño…. Así es

guys this book is a DRAGGGGG 😭

Sort of agonizing. It really is just a collection of small letters explaining what he thinks is going on in the life of the individual he loves. Kind of narcissistic, but I do the same?

Kafka is so romantic I love reading his writing in such a personal setting but at the same time I feel like I shouldn’t be reading this lol I’d be pissed if the world read my diary after I died