Auteur : my state of mind

You who let yourselves feel: enter the breathing that is more than your own. Let it brush your cheeks as it divides and rejoins behind you. Blessed ones, whole ones, you where the heart begins: You are the bow that shoots the arrows and you are the target. Fear not the pain. Let its weight… Lire la suite Untitled

(…) instead of scratching at a bare plastic surface which resists my nails, I am sitting in the heart of it, pouring it out, untidily, all right, but it comes, and the ordering and shaping of it will come. Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via weltenwellen)

I defend. Not my voice, but my silence. Anna Akhmatova (via sad-house-of-mortality) Source: sad-house-of-mortality