[mournfulroses]

Lidia Yuknavitch, from Reading the Waves: A Memoir published in 2025

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf, in a diary entry dated 13 January 1915 featured in The Diary of Virginia Woolf, Vol. I: 1915-1919

[petaltexturedskies]

My one desire is to be out in the garden all day. Perfect days—sunshine, freshness, eloquent birds, daffodils blossoming primroses have long been scattered all over the grass. I work in the garden, breathe deeply, think less than usual.

Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 19 March 1931 featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. IV 1927-1931

[weltenwellen]

AE HEE LEE, from "Prelude"

[vintagepales]

Church of La Asuncion. Priego de Córdoba. Spain

[tinyghosts]

“I am never alone, and it never gets dark. You would hardly recognize me. What’s left of me. Screen-tests. Signs. Literary sources. I reach too keenly for a light I need to put out. For the story. For the creator. For the bearer of darkness.”

—

Christina Tudor-Sideri, from “As The Wound Opens: Thirteen Minutes Of Depth, Movement, And Whispered Delirium. A Transcript.“

(via finita–la–commedia)

[takashiyasui]

Arashiyama, Kyoto

[petaltexturedskies]

Anaïs Nin, Linotte: The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1914-1920

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written in October 1920, featured in The Diary of Virginia Woolf: Vol.2, 1920-1924

[mournfulroses]

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934

[cruellheaven]

“…something that I did not fully understand even now, that I had no wish to remember, that I wanted to bury forever more deep in the shadows of my mind…”

— Daphne du Maurier, from Rebecca  (via weltenwellen)

[antigonick]

“I thought I understood your longing—it looked so much like mine.”

— Rebecca Lindenberg, excerpt of “Love, An Index”, from Love, An Index

[theoptia]

Gennady Aygi, from Into the Snow: Selected Poems of Gennady Aygi; “This Year’s Roses: Notes on K., 1972” (translated by Sarah Valentine)

Text ID: I seek / your image. / In the receding Fire. / It is not here—not in this world.

[theoptia]

Daphne du Maurier, from Rebecca

Text ID: A dreamer, I walked enchanted, and nothing held me back.

[weltenwellen]

Euripides, tr. by Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

[royaa]

[franz-bauch-foto]

Winter