Boy of Bark

The story of the wooden boy and his attempt to become real.

She lacks confidence, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She doesnt dare to be herself.

—Anais Nin (via willyouremembermetomorrow)

What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.

—Anaïs Nin (via light-essence)

I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.

— Anais Nin (via perpetual-damnation)

I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live.

—Anaïs Nin (via light-essence)

Then the time came when the risk it took to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to bloom

—Anias Nin (via werunthroughit)