sara klem.

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I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
Franz Kafka (via precioushorrors)

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"with mother finally *****, and the last fantastic book flung out of the tenement window, and the last door closed at 4 A.M. and the last telephone slammed at the wall in reply and the last furnished room emptied down to the last piece of mental furniture, a yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger on the closet, and even that imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination—"
-allen ginsberg, "Howl"

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