I know I haven’t been very active on here as of late, the last three years, but I wanted to share my thesis anyway.
All the best, Anna x
happy halloween kids
and who here is not buried in another person’s heart?
- Richard Jackson from “Filling in the Graves at a Cherokee Site”
the obvious.
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932
no love is ever lost. i used to feel like I wasted my love on the wrong people but in the course of my healing, not only have i felt the love I’ve poured out come back to me in different ways, but i have been reminded that love is not expendable at all. love cannot be measured nor contained. discarded nor wasted. it has no form or shape. it surrounds us. love is essential. it’s abundant. it’s powerful. its potency makes it capable of finding its way back to you. again and again and again. love is a whole phenomenon. don’t ever regret the love you give to anyone. it’s theirs. it’s yours. it’s everywhere. the cycle is infinite
I know I haven’t been very active on here as of late, the last three years, but I wanted to share my thesis anyway.
All the best, Anna x