not everyone can be a tumblrina

we were chosen by god

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1912, featured in Letters To Felice

You make soup in a big bowl. You serve it in a smaller bowl. And then you convey it, using a spoon, to your mouth. But what is the spoon? Simply a smaller bowl still

Tried to take a photo of him with his dogka toy but he looks so sad

this is actually like my third or fourth rodeo so i sort of get it but sort of dont

in some ways worse than my first rodeo cause i feel like i should be better at it by now