Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
its so crazay how being in a transitional period will have you obsessively reevaluating every decision in yr life to the point of actual insanity…hello
“I could not stop wasting time. It was crazy. I wanted to do something with my life, but instead I went to sleep, or sung in the shower, or sat and stared at the wall. I couldn’t even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn’t talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence.” (Yiwei Chai)
i know i can't argue with reality here but it's devastatingly unromantic that blood transfusions only work if you have compatible blood types
sure i guess it's something that i can transfer my breath to their lungs via a kiss in an attempt to resuscitate or keep them alive but it lacks the visceral intimacy of sharing my blood in their veins you cannot convince me otherwise
ALTnow hold up keep talking actually
