Michael Dickman, "‘It’s All So Strange, Writing Poems’: A Conversation With Michael Dickman,”

some of my fav pins from the Lesbian Herstory Archives

March 31, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

me in the spring sun

Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha (1922)

“Abandon yourself (…) abandon your heavy legs to the floating meadows,”

— Mary Szybist, From Incarnadine: Poems; “The lushness of it” (via feral-ballad)

I know you. I have felt you like a serpent crawling in my body.

Clarice Lispector, from Água Viva; translated by Stefan Tobler

Text ID: All of me is writing to you and I feel the taste of being and the taste-of-you...

Clarice Lispector, from Água Viva; translated by Stefan Tobler

Text ID: fragmented as I am and the moments so fragile—

Margarita Aliger on Anna Akhmatova, from a diary entry featured in Anna of All the Russias: A Life of Anna Akhmatova

Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student