Franz Kafka, Lettere a Milena
Per qualche motivo che ignoro, mi piaci moltissimo.
Molto, niente di irragionevole, direi quel poco che basta a far si che di notte, da solo, mi svegli e, non riuscendo a riaddormentarmi, inizi a sognarti.
#derek hale’s sad loft #if he stopped buying furniture off of the restoration hardware website #and started buying shit from anthropologie while lydia is dress shopping #first it’s just a few charmingly mismatched bowls #then it’s a tablecloth #then it’s a dining set from west elm to replace the table that kate broke mid-‘I’M THE JAGUAR NOW’ screech #BOOKSHELVES FOR DEREK HALE 2K14 #PLANTS FOR DEREK HALE 2K14 #PEGGY THE IRRITABLE CAT FOR DEREK HALE 2K14 #’you’re a fucking hipster’ stiles says scathingly #’is that what we’re calling people with carpets now’ lydia says #’now shut up and move this mirror for me’ #crying about it #always crying over derek hale’s stupid loft #teen wolf #what a bunch of bastards (magneticwave)
SAME, LITERALLY FUCKING SAME thing I was thinking when I scrolled down to see this beautiful, open, empty, sun-drenched place. Who wants to think about Derek popping out his screens right before summer hits, taking the day to smack out the dust and wipe down the warm windows? Who wants to think about him coming home with more books, just shrugging and reaching for his hammer to put another one up on the wall? Who wants to think about him gently running his fingers through the tangled bits of English Ivy, coaxing their green softness apart? Who wants to think about the effort that went into tracking down that perfectly tall and narrow bedside table? Who wants to think about how he looks starfished on the bed, immersed in his book, the soft undersides of his feet going bourbon-gold in the dying afternoon light while no one is actually dying? NOT ME, NOT ME AT ALL.