"I wish I wrote the way I thought
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should"
— Benedict Smith / “I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought” (via mrssalinger)
lets play “how gay can you be with your best friend without it getting weird”
(Source: puerluna, via walmart-stripper)
"I took the blow; the mixed sensations; the complex and disturbing and utterly unprepared for impacts of life all over, in all places at the same time. How upsetting! How humiliating never to be sure what to say next, and those painful silences, glaring as dry deserts, with every pebble apparent."
— Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)