Emily

“What I needed was a connection with someone. Someone real. I felt that need in the marrow of my bones, in my pancreas, in my kneecaps. I did not need an endless sea of flesh. What I needed was to be loved.”
― Benedict Smith

“I asked her if she believed in love, and she smiled and said it was her most elaborate method of self-harm.”
― Benedict Smith

“We had a threesome
You, me and my depression
Depression fucks hard”
― Benedict Smith

“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