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I adore looking at blossoming flowers. I like getting a sense of the world constantly reborn and enhanced. Virginia Woolf (via petrichour)

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 a diary entry dated 23 March 1914 (via monsieurleprince)