[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

[rrazorlove]

bike scene

[metamorphesque]

― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

[text ID: aside from myself, there was no sign of me]

[theoptia]

Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; "The Teacher"

Text ID: So, I thought I had to become more than / I was, more than I'd been. / but that wasn't it. It seemed rather that / something had to go. Something had to / be let go of.

[singu1arity]

Interview with Clarice Lispector - São Paulo, 1977

[adrasteiax]

“I have wrestled with the angel and I am stained with light and I have no shame.”

— Mary Oliver, from Of Power And Time in “Blue Pastures”

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

In looking back I think that she must have been beautiful; yet the detailed picture of her obstinately eludes me, I can recall only an impression of a face unique, neither gay nor melancholy, but endued with a peculiar quality of apartness, the look of a person dedicated to some accepted destiny.

– Anna Kavan, from “The Birthmark,” Asylum Piece and Other Stories (Peter Owen, 1972)

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

"I dreamed I was born dying." She lit a new cigarette with the old one.

– Aimee Parkison, from “Locked Doors,” The Innocent Party: Stories (BOA Editions, 2012)

[geryone]

Self-Portrait of the Cuckoo in Her Labyrinth of Wonder, Safiya Sinclair

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

"I shall suffer later," I told myself. "Later, when I'm alone."

– Cesare Pavese, from “The Idol,” The Leather Jacket: Stories (Quartet Books, 1980)

[forestlore]

“September approaching… I feel I owe myself a brief respite of leisure and no rushing around. I can’t face the dead reality. I want rainy days, lanterns and a hundred moons twining in dark leaves, music spilling out and echoing yet inside my head.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951 (via echymosis)

[flowerytale]

Sylvia Plath, from “Letters Home”

[virginiewoolf]

Anaïs Nin, from Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937.

[altruisticwriter]

-William Wordsworth

[weltenwellen]

Archilochos translated by Anne Carson, in “Eros the Bittersweet”

[propertiesofjoy]

amrita, banana yoshimoto

[geryone]

Civil Service, Claire Schwartz