"I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more."
— Franz Kafka (via enflurane)
"Nothing ever happens the way you imagine it will. But then again, if you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all."
— (via y0uismadcute)
