I Trace Your Scars, Like Stretch Marks, Like Scratches

me when red rising fanart

I’m on book two of the red rising series. This is what Darrow looks like in my head.

I know he doesn’t look anything like the official art. I don’t care.

Also I don’t surf the Red Rising tags on here because too many spoilers :,) I will once I finish the books.

i suffer from addictions, it seems when something fascinates me it's all i can think about or do. i take too much pleasure in playing chess, and get too upset when i lose. i take too much time into my instruments, and lose myself in them in the ways i should not. and also as simple as coffee, i cannot go a day without a cup.

i suppose i am at least glad you fascinate me, and you allow me to let me be addicted. but god am i terrified for the withdrawals because i treat you like a drug.

hi im new to tumblr and just wanted a place to dump poem drafts and who knows some people may like them.

Name's Fish, I go by any pronouns, I play piano and piano accordion, I like reading and chess and writing silly little love (or just) poems. Thanks:)

im a fascinated misanthropist, i treat everyone like a little science experiement

i consumed you the way i consume media, i dont know if i loved you enough for the cannibalism metaphor

what the fuck bro

had contractors come by and forgot i was wearing this shirt

I need to be so close to her I can't feel her but am her. We merge like greek mythology referencing soulmates, my hands trace up her neck to the back of her head and I hold her chin like she belongs to me. We kiss. I no longer think and no longer am.

i fell between the intercrosses of our fingers weaving as our palms closed together and lost myself wherever that has gone, so please dont let go of me

god how i crave whatever the hell franz kafka had going on with melina

ataraxia is serene and blissful but tell me why i exist in a calmness that discomforts me