"The world, it's just not built for people like me" 💔💔
“I am so filled with you I am spilling over.”
— Henry Miller, from Dear, Dear Brenda: The Love Letters Of Henry Miller to Brenda Venus (via soracities)
the grief of loss and separation vs. the blessings behind every human interaction that filled us with love and hope
I just want a little house with big windows and a garden to share with the love of my life
I love that feeling I get when it’s about to rain and the wind is rising and there’s some sort of peace in that. I swear I can hear the plants whispering
“Give me a few days of peace in your arms—I need it terribly. I’m ragged, worn, exhausted. After that I can face the world.”
Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
You are my home in rainy times
My shelter in moments of anguish
My address,my home.
You are my home in rainy times
My shelter in moments of anguish
My address,my home.
