“The morning I got up to begin this book I coughed. Something was coming out of my throat: it was strangling me. I broke the thread which held it and yanked it out. I went back to bed and said: I have just spat out my heart.”
— House of Incest, Anais Nin (via vulgivagus)
(Source: clavicola)
Reblogged from That's Not What Good Girls Do.
September 12, 2011, 4:19am
