Status Updates From رسائل إلى ميلينا

Last 10 page boring? Naki amar e mood off.

i need to be crushed by a hydraulic press i cant take this

"So we'll be together Sunday after all, 5, 6 hours—too little for talking, enough to share the silence, hold hands, look into each other's eyes." ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

threatening suicide if anyone badmouths his girl FIGHT BACK OMFGGGGG

It’s taking longer than I thought. It’ like a labyrinth

Kafka, I love how desperate you are when in love

Que traen los hombres con sufrir? Neta

had to put the book down and hold my head in my hands

tal vez kafka me cae mal porque soy igual de arrastrada que el

Hola! Después de 9 años en la plataforma me voy de Goodreads por ser parte de Amazon. Encontré otra alternativa llamada "The Storygraph" que hasta te ayuda a importar tus libros y las páginas que lees de aquí para allá. Los interesados en pasarse, bienvenidos. Compren libros de tiendas locales, no de millonarios. Recuerden, la lectura también es política.

And it turns out we really do keep writing the same thing. I ask whether you're sick and then you write about it, I want to die and then you do, I want stamps and then you want stamps, sometimes I want to cry on your shoulder like a little boy and then you want to cry on mine like a little girl. And sometimes and ten times and a thousand times and always I want to be with you and you are saying the same thing.

imagine ktos pisze do ciebie takie rzeczy...

romance is dead 😔💔

he needs to touch some grass, fr

"Ero troppo debole per poter fare ed esaudire quello che sapevo essere la sola e unica cosa che lo avrebbe aiutato. E questa la mia colpa. [...] Questa lotta in me è diventata troppo chiaramente visibile e lo ha spaventato. [...] Se fossi riuscita ad andare con lui, avrebbe potuto vivere felice con me."

Narazue robie sobie przerwę w czytaniu tej ksiazki

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cuando empecé a leer este libro (el año pasado) lo estaba leyendo con otros ojos o no sé si es porque ya me decepcionaron los hombres pero leo a kafka y le quiero pegar

I’ve cried so much I can hardly ready the words

"Somehow I can't write about anything but what concerns us and us alone, in the middle of the crowded world. Everything else is foreign to me. Wrong! Wrong! But my lips are babbling and my face is lying in your lap." BLEHHHHHHHHHHHH

dziekuje, franiu, ze zawsze mnie wyleczasz z zastoju czytelniczego <3 btw spoznionego wszystkiego najlepszego

Franz, you would’ve loved Jeff Buckley

kafka number one yapper

waking up happy and motivated everyday and then conflicting unparalleled mental damage to myself every morning by reading the inner workings of F. Kafka's illicit affairs

Already cried twice

but right now it would be better if you didn’t come, since you’d only have to leave again

okey ya kafka

alguien páguele la terapia o péguele

mapapasuka na ako rito sa totoo lang

re-reading this and it’s already hurting my heart

"It's so wonderful to have received your letter, to have to answer it with my sleepless brain. I can't think of anything to write, I'm just walking around here between the lines, underneath the light of your eyes, in the breath of your mouth like in some beautiful happy day, which stays beautiful and happy even if my head is sick, tired, and if I have to leave Monday via Munich." SHOULD I DIE