Going to attempt to put everything in my room where it belongs over a year after painting it, clean and finished and everything. We shall see how this evolves.
Yes, Anais, I was thinking how I could betray you, but I can’t. I want you. I...– Henry Miller to Anais Nin (via titians)
This is technically a hiatus.
I really need to fucking write this paper.
She stubs out her cigarette in the ashtray, then settles herself against him,...– Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin (via aubade)