You treat me like the biggest piece of shit that’s existing on planet earth but I still think of you every second.

"I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person."

Franz Kafka, from Diaries  (via kafkaesque-world)

Too much fashion grunge pale glitter depressive hipster shit on my dash lately.