~ underwater conversations.

~ “I feel you in my bones. Your silence screams in my ears. You may nail your mouth shut, you may cut out your tongue, can you keep yourself from existing?” — Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit

[‘untitled_37’ by ~dihaze.]

~ Secret garden.

~ Don’t alter your own secret garden due to circumstances. Keep whomever or whatever you want in it. It’s your interior. Your own thorax.

~ “For you I undress down to the sheaths of my nerves.
    I remove my jewelry and set it on the nightstand,
    I unhook my ribs, spread my lungs flat on a chair.
    I dissolve like a remedy in water, in wine.
    I spill without staining, and leave without stirring the air.”
    […]

~ “a room with red curtains and people talking backwards.”

~ Love to the Bones.

Il bacio by Benedetta Bonichi