Ultimately Where Humanity Fails Is Where Man Succumbs To Greed More Than He Does To Love

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

the taste of her mouth lit me up like a flame, and as her hands shook in excitement and not unwelcomeness i succumb to her hands guiding my own to her face

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

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

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.

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

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:)