Franz Kafka, 1912

i still bite my lips when i am stressed, and no habit of mine has ever died. i pick it up and i carry it around, another weight that weighs nothing on how i live only how im seen. my nails are always short and i still havent found my nail clippers, why cant i stop-not a question.

i still get excited when i hear my phone knowing its not you

its horrible when a person dies but its even worse when their art dies

and i fall in love with people who never fucking existed

ultimately where humanity fails is where man succumbs to greed more than he does to love

-journal entry from Nov. 3rd, 2024

a walk at night, and i was looking up with her

and she said "the moon is so pretty tonight"

and i agreed and said they must be related

and i forgot most of what happened after that

what the fuck bro

had contractors come by and forgot i was wearing this shirt

i trace your scars, like stretch marks, like scratches

the very things you are insecure about i love, despite your doubt

and if love is an action id commit it like a crime to keep you

i trace your face like an outline, acting as if i wont forget it

i trace your sides like an act of desperation, acting as if i want more than what you give me

i trace your hands, and give you my right when it aches, knowing you prefer to hold that one

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:)

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.

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.

:(