The tradition of all dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brains of the living.
— The Eighteenth Brumaire of Louis Bonaparte, Karl Marx (via existenti-al)
a series of
and large defeats
and I am as
as any other
I have gotten
from there to
— Charles Bukowski (via sweetmanipulations)
I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.
— Franz Kafka (via ovaire)