Cease trembling and shaking and gasping
and cursing and find again your core which I am.
Rest from twistedness, distortion, deformations.

For an hour you will be me; that is, the other
half of yourself. The half you lost.

What you burnt, broke, and tore is still

in my hands: I am the keeper of fragile things
and I have kept of you what is indissoluble.

Anaïs Nin, from House Of Incest (via talisman)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via talisman)


{E}mma - L’air frissonne des choses qui s’enfuient

old floors.

250 men and women were asked to draw what these emotions felt like in their bodies. These are the combined results


adj. entranced and unsettled by the vastness of the universe, experienced in a jolt of recognition that the night sky is not just a wallpaper but a deeply foreign ocean whose currents are steadily carrying off all other castaways, who share our predicament but are already well out of…


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