His lap could be a perfect seat

Me and dania

I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art

—Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947 - 1955

Anaïs used to live in her imagination too

The volition to protect those who can't protect themselves

I despise the sound of his keys

Paint the, paint the, paint the bruises onto our knees

Purple, purple, purple, and green

Small and, small and unseen
You delicate thing

My life circle :

Breaking down

Overthinking look at the mirror

''Wow pretty'', stop crying

Not every raised hand is meant to slap you

Not every open arms are meant to embrace you

Mama I swear that I'm no thief

Seems like someone stole my purity