Nymphlight
▪Joseph Cornell, 1957

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Nymphlight
▪Joseph Cornell, 1957
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The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Although the two are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for.
Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory (via bird-on-the-wire)
Let him now measure the strength of this love he destroyed. I feel nothing. Nothing. He has killed my love so completely I do not even suffer. I never saw a man who could kill a love so completely.
Anaïs Nin, from Stella; Winter of Artifice: Three Novelettes. (via xshayarsha)
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by Oscar Sancho Nin
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone—and then, to actually forget—can feel, at times, like the slaughter of a beautiful bird who chose, by nothing short of grace, to make a habitat of your heart.
Maggie Nelson, Bluets (via merulae)