"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 seols)
"I am not happy. I am not unhappy. I am frozen somewhere in the middle that is so much worse. I am nowhere. Nothing is happening and I am getting more and more sad."
Samantha Schutz, I Don’t Want to be Crazy (via tragic-eyes)
Understand we’ll go hand-in-hand
But we’ll walk alone in fear.
Where do we go from here?