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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"
Benedict Smith / “I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought” (via tveitsy)
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An exotic creature from an alien world.
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(via lookwhoitis)
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My completed promposal.
He said yes. Obviously.
Kate is a god.
OH MY GOD PUNIMPRESSED KNOWS MY NAME I’M HAVING A MOMENT
(via lookwhoitis)
(via sooothe)
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homeless brothers go ignored in bombay central station. mumbai, 1995. photo raghu rai
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