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"I want to hear raucous music, to see faces, to brush against bodies, to drink fiery Bénédictine. Beautiful women and handsome men arouse fierce desires in me. I want to dance. I want drugs. I want to know perverse people, to be intimate with them. I never look at naïve faces. I want to bite into life, and to be torn by it."
~ Anaïs Nin (via toutematendresse)
(via toutematendresse)
After two years’ absence she finally returned to chilly Europe, a trifle weary, a trifle sad, disgusted by our banal entertainments, our shrunken landscapes, our impoverished lovemaking. Her soul had remained over there, among the gigantic, poisonous flowers. She missed the mystery of old…
(via chronographically)
Then I could really see Anna’s eyes in 2003; her ears; her feet. This is what it looks like when she says “I love you” in 2003. This is what it looks like when she cries. When she tells me there is always a new empty room waiting for her. They use to make her feel free. Now they make her feel the opposite of free.
(Source: baldym0rt)
