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"I wish I wrote the way I thought;
Obsessively,
Incessantly,
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."

"There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven’t had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away."

"Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside—remembering all the times you’ve felt that way."

evilgh0st:

childhoodphobia:

Well thats scary as fuck

omg

fearlings:

i can always sit and watch the way the rain hits the waters surface

savvydarling:

Afterwards by Al Lafolie on Flickr.

irruhtating:

irruhtating:

saw this on the bathroom stall at school and thought I’d take a picture.

reblogging my own picture hahahah i’m so lame~

"It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible."