𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 & 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫.

𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎.

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.