June 2013
3 posts
May 2013
43 posts
“My arms were always tight and craving to embrace: I wanted to embrace and hold the light, the wind, the sun, the night, the whole world. I wanted to caress, to heal, to rock, to lull, to surround, to encompass. And I strained and I held so much that they broke; they broke away from me. Everything eluded me then. I was condemned not to hold.”
—Anaïs Nin, House of Incest (via emlll)
“Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.”
—Virginia Woolf (via nonopeokay)
