(Source: venusmilk, via c0untessbathory)
“What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.”
— Anaïs Nin, Henry and June (via foxesinbreeches)
