"Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember; all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire."
- Franz Kafka (via likeafieldmouse, for R.)
"I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck."
- the 1975. (via 7195km)
(Source: portamial-mare, via bacon-breath)