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I am taking a piece, a piece of my heart, packing it neatly in a few sheets of inscribed paper, and sending it on to you.

Franz Kafka, 1903.
February 14, 2025 at 6:34 AM
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To look after someone is my secret, everlasting desire

Franz Kafka, 1913.
February 8, 2025 at 7:03 AM
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I sit in my dressing gown in my armchair for a whole hour doing nothing, just as I’m sitting now in my freezing cold room, with a blanket around my legs. Why, you may ask, and I am asking too.

Franz Kafka, 1912.
February 9, 2025 at 8:41 AM
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Your Monday letter, so full of love and kindness, almost energetic, has made me regain my balance.

Franz Kafka, 1912.
February 3, 2025 at 6:53 AM
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If you were one of those affected by someone thinking of you, you would have woken up with a start in the middle of the night; reading in bed in the morning the lines would have become blurred; at breakfast your eyes would have strayed beyond your cocoa & rolls

Franz Kafka, 1912
February 2, 2025 at 6:37 AM
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I devour the hours outside the office like a wild beast.

Franz Kafka, 1907.
January 31, 2025 at 6:19 AM
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Work drives me this way and that, and so do my thoughts of you, but in different directions.

Franz Kafka, 1912.
January 30, 2025 at 8:06 AM
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Keep well, and may the sun shine upon us— innocent or guilty— once again.

Franz Kafka, 1924.
January 29, 2025 at 6:24 AM
kill them both with a rifle please god someone do something
January 28, 2025 at 11:07 PM
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this post was fact checked by real elpheltvalentine patriots ✅️ TRUE
January 28, 2025 at 10:58 PM
bonnie hurts me every day of my life
January 28, 2025 at 10:57 PM
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January 27, 2025 at 3:50 AM
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Happiness seems to await us both.

Franz Kafka, 1913.
January 27, 2025 at 7:35 AM
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When I walk alone in the woods or he in the meadows, all is well. 

Franz Kafka, 1912.
January 28, 2025 at 7:05 AM
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I must tell you in confidence that these past few days I have written terribly little, indeed practically nothing; I am too preoccupied with you, think too much about you.

Franz Kafka, 1912.
January 24, 2025 at 7:47 AM
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Dearest, today I am writing to you before embarking on my own writing, to avoid the sensation of keeping you waiting

Franz Kafka, 1912.
January 23, 2025 at 7:12 AM
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A lovely, peaceful, gray Sunday.

Franz Kafka, 1915.
January 19, 2025 at 8:22 AM
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Dearest, no unnecessary worries!

Franz Kafka, 1913.
January 13, 2025 at 10:44 AM
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I feel like brushing the hair off your forehead, and consulting your eyes.

Franz Kafka, 1916.
January 14, 2025 at 7:24 AM
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On Sundays let us plunge into bygone days.

Franz Kafka, 1912.
January 12, 2025 at 7:23 AM
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November 27, 2024 at 2:28 PM
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Had I slept as much as I thought about you, it would have been a lot.

Franz Kafka, 1913.
January 11, 2025 at 8:10 AM
i forget to be active on here so much ijbol
January 9, 2025 at 7:17 AM
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But now not another word, only kisses, and many of them for a thousand reasons — because it’s Sunday, because the festivities are over, because the weather is fine, or maybe because the weather is bad.

Franz Kafka, 1912.
January 5, 2025 at 8:34 AM
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There is hardly a quarter of an hour of my waking time when I haven’t thought about you, and many quarter-hours when I do nothing else.

Franz Kafka, 1912.
January 7, 2025 at 9:23 AM