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 growing-orbits)
♒valley of mysterious ♒
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This is beautiful, the background image and the text together. This all together is a masterpiece and I’m crying cause tumblr, I love this place!
Please don’t cry :(
i’ll always love you.
especially when i pick out what shirt to wear.
when i’m recording a song.
when i read Franny and Zooey.
when i feel this gaping
unending hole in my chest.
i’ll always say i don’t,
but i always will.
it’s sad because i knew she was better, i was just too lazy to improve.
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