[weltenwellen]

Resmaa Menakem, My Grandmother’s Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies

[metamorphesque]

— Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

[firstfullmoon]

Todd Dillard, “How to Live”

[mournfulroses]

Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[apocryphics]

from Virginia Woolf's diaries, February 27th, 1926

[brightdeadthing]

Come. And Be My Baby, Maya Angelou

[exhaled-spirals]

“How many thousands have I spent on perfume and alcohol, cigarettes and Turkish baths, disappointing trips and third-class movies; how many months in silent bars or parks, expecting, in a chair with a book not reading, or waiting in line, waiting in line? Who will tell me it’s a loss when I know life must be for pleasure? The parks were balanced by museums, the baths by oceans, bars by composition, and the dreaming chair by books finished. Nothing is waste that makes a memory.”

—   Ned Rorem, The Paris Diary & The New York Diary: 1951-1961    

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, “All Day Long There Is a Bursting”, Instructions for Traveling West

[forbearing]

thank you anais nin

[havingapoemwithyou]

it’s november again by Talin Tahajian

[mournfulroses]

Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993

[mournfulroses]

Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953

[havingapoemwithyou]

Petition by William Bronk

[weltenwellen]

Franz Kafka, Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors

[weltenwellen]

Margaret Atwood, Selected Poems: 1965-1975

[shisasan]

𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟹𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟾 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚒̈𝚜 𝙽𝚒𝚗, 𝟷𝟿𝟶𝟹-𝟷𝟿𝟽𝟽

[fairydrowning]

"Autumn is my season, dear. It is, after all, the season of the soul."

– Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson written c. July 1907

"I notice Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature."

– Friedrich Nietzsche

[fairydrowning]

"How I feel autumn's ache."

– Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Violet Dickinson (c.1907)