ugly-pierrot: “I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head.” — Franz Kafka to Milena (via sleepysylph)

ugly-pierrot: “I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside

ugly-pierrot: “I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside

ugly-pierrot: “I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside

ugly-pierrot: “I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside

ugly-pierrot: “I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside

ugly-pierrot: “I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside

ugly-pierrot: “I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside

ugly-pierrot: “I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside

ugly-pierrot: “I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside

ugly-pierrot: “I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside

ugly-pierrot: “I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside

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ugly-pierrot: “I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head.” — Franz Kafka to Milena (via sleepysylph)

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