inksplit:

lifeinpoetry:

“I can read the marks you bear, speak // the shame you know but can’t articulate.”

— Colette Arrand, from “For “Adorable” Adrian Adonis, Unable to Wash the Pink From His Hands,” Hold Me Gorilla Monsoon

kafkaesque-world:

“Vladimir Nabokov, teaching his students how to read Kafka, pointed out to them that the insect into which Gregor Samsa is transformed is in fact a winged beetle, an insect that carries its wings under its armored back, and that if Gregor had only discovered them, he would have been able to escape. And then Nabokov added: ‘Many a Dick and a Jane grow up like Gregor, unaware that they too have wings and can fly.”

— Vladimir Nabokov on Kafka’s Metamorphosis

yvesolade:

“after you’re the sad girl / you don’t get to be anything else”

— Nicole Shanté White, from “I Write Live Until It Is Lie,” published in glitterature for the mobs (via lifeinpoetry)

(Source: glittermobmag.com)

h0e-j:

“There’s really no such thing as the ‘voiceless.’ There are only the deliberately silenced, or the preferably unheard”

— Arundhati Roy (via counterstorytelling)

(Source: guava-spellz)

inksplit:

violentwavesofemotion:

“I do understand—and it is terrible.”

— Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written c. July 1915, featured in “Letters to Felice,”