August 2012
“I feel my own blood thundering inside of me, I feel the horror of falling into abysms. But you and I would always fall together and I would not be afraid… I will find you everywhere. You alone can go wherever I go, into the same mysterious regions. You too know the language of the nerves. You will always know what I am saying even if I do not.”
—Anaïs Nin, Je suis le plus malade des Surrealistes: Antonin Artaud (via frenchtwist)
Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun
Debussy
Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun - Claude Debussy
