— George Orwell (via beatboxgoesthump)
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 erraticintrovert)
Woo I bought a prom dress today!
So my friend is handing my poetic Promposal to this guy I like.
hoping for a yes but expecting a no just because