— Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena

Bodyparts are falling from the sky

An I'm trying to piece you together

I can't seem to find the parts that fit

Sometimes you're too small, or too big

But I try relentlessly to build your body

Don't even realize it's a monster I've created

It doesn't have your smile, darling

It's my fault probably, but I swear I'm trying

So I'll just redo it again, and again

Until my hands are bleeding,

And my eyes are blinded from the building

And I collapse on the chest of the monsters I've created.

ok but life is too short to even really care. i am embracing shamelessness until shame does not exist in my dictionary at all

i have no words

“Im hangry” the hell is that.

oh so you’re just going to wear a black turtleneck?? like some kind of slut????

- February 27, 1922

- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923

[ID: "February 27. Slept badly in the afternoon; everything is changed; my misery pressing me hard again." End ID]

Well, this is my drawing of the goddess Hera in a teen version, I don't know, I just love her, I'll be updating with more of my illustrations :)

at my funeral, the audience will watch my favourite comfort movie and whoever checks their phone first gets disinherited.

i love when i pull up a google doc and type poetry in it at 3am thinking im having a moment of inspired genius and i look at it the next day and its the stupidest shit i have literally ever read

hades explaining that he’s the god of the dead, not the god of death