She remembered the moon-baths, as if this had determined the course of her life rather than inheritance or imitation of the parents. In the moon perhaps, lay the secret motivations of her acts. She took moon-baths, first of all because everyone else took sun-baths, and second, she admitted, because she had been told it was dangerous. The effect of moon-baths was unknown, but it was intimated that it might be the opposite of the sun’s effect. There were too many taboos against the moon, many old legends about the evil effects of falling asleep in moonlight. She knew that the insane found the full moon acutely disturbing, some regressed to howling at the moon. She knew that in astrology the moon ruled the night life of the unconscious. By this ritual it seemed her skin acquired a different glow, a night glow, an artificial luminousness which showed its fullest effulgence only at night. People noticed it and asked her what was happening. Some suggested she was using drugs. It accentuated her love of mystery. She meditated on this planet which kept half of its self in darkness. It was the planet of lovers.
Anais Nin, A Spy In The House Of Love (via bbylita)
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These cats were cuddling in the shape of a heart
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me as a little kid: when i'm older i'll be so much happier than i am now i'll have friends and a degree and be doing good stuff with my life
me now: i was tempted to put "the bittersweet embrace of death" on my christmas list but then i remembered my family doesn't understand how constant lowkey existential despair works
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Alright so maybe I kinda lost track of time.
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