If the communication is perfect, the words have life, and that is all there is to good writing, putting down on the paper words which dance and weep and make love and fight and kiss and perform miracles.
You never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people’s lives.
I love those mornings when you wake to darkness and no one is asking anything of you. You’re under no pressure to exist. This is something of which I am in constant need.
― C.R. (via thatkindofwoman)
We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art—we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.
― Anaïs Nin, In Favor of the Sensitive Man and Other Essays (via citrusina)