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@ithilalva
(by Tara-mae Miller)
by watarase
“Warmth, perfume, rugs, soft lights, books.”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947
Jessica Olm
“As if the clay you were made of, was kneaded with rose water وكأن طينك الذي خلقت منه ، مجبول بماء الورد”
— Rami al-Tobasi (via perfumeoils)
I feel like my life is liquefying around me. Like I’m all back to the drawing board, and trying to build rituals, habits, and rules of kinship all over again. It's a giddy feeling. This here is among my favourite stabilising rituals at the moment.