Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember,...– Franz Kafka (via human-voices)
I want love To roll me over slowly stick a knife inside me, and twist it all around. I want love to murder my own mother and take her off to somewhere like hell or up above. I want love to change my friends to enemies, and show me how it’s all my fault. I want love to split my mouth wide open and cover up my ears, and never let me hear a sound. ...
Random thoughts for Valentine’s Day, 2004: Today is a holiday invented by...– Joel Barish, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (via im-not-your-star-x)