Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
—Franz Kafka, Pantheon Books (via nevver)
(via nevver)
(Source: whereareyourenemies)
(Source: whereareyourenemies)
The world was limitless, yet it was always within reach; time was a pliable substance that weaved an unbroken present.
—Octavio Paz (via tristealven)
(Source: apoetreflects, via tristealven)





