I Suffer From Addictions, It Seems When Something Fascinates Me It's All I Can Think About Or Do. I Take

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

what the fuck bro

had contractors come by and forgot i was wearing this shirt

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

Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953

the treasures of my life i prioritize as a pupil of a dead party god or dionysus, id love to live in nothing but sex, wine, parties, getting high, falling in love, writing nonsense stories and telling lies, fight for my own right for enjoyment, lose my mind and maybe find it tomorrow

i live in silence as a pupil of a living solitude god if theres even one at all

Franz Kafka, 1912

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

the words i wrote about you makes the thoughts i wished with you seem shameful

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.

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