grouchythefish:

steveandbucky:

shensis:

let’s abolish all clocks, the concept of time itself. live by sunlight. primal instincts and internal clocks ONLY

when is the next bus getting here? its a surprise 🙂

That’s no different from how buses already operate (:

Anonymous:

how did franz’s voice sounded like?

franzkavka:

floorforever:

kafkakennerin:

His voice was a hesitating, muted baritone, wonderfully melodious, although it never left the middle range in strength and pitch. Voice, gesture, look, all radiated the peace of understanding and goodness…his German had a hard accent, like that of the German spoken by the Czechs. The Czech accent of the German which I am thinking of is harsh…Kafka’s speech never made this impression. It seemed angular because of the inner tension: every word a stone.

– Gustav Janouch, Conversations with Kafka

Here let me remark that Kafka, as if to compensate for the remarkable gift he had of musical speech, had no talent for pure music. 

– Max Brod, Franz Kafka: a Biography

all of kafka’s friends wanted to fuck him silly.

thiswaycomessomethingwicked:

This is why I strongly advocate for an alien invasion movie but set in like 1142. The Anarchy is in full swing. 

it’d be so good. Everyone would map theological explanations of the aliens onto them. It’d be so much fun. 

Aliens: Take us to your leader. 
Jocelyn, Peasant: All right. Um, which one? Are you for King Stephen or the Empress Maude? 
Aliens: Um–
Jocelyn: I recommend Empress Maude. King Stephen is a lying usurper. 
Aliens: All right, Empress Maude. Take us to her. 
Jocelyn: I always new God was on our side. 
Aliens: 
Jocelyn: You’re angels right? Come to bring us portends and tidings of the divine? 
Aliens: Or to massacre you.
Jocelyn: That makes sense. We’re very sinful. We deserve whatever punishment it is God has seen fit to bestow upon us. 
Aliens: 
Aliens: 
Aliens: Wow. 

kylos:

People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can’t rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.

THE CROW (1994)