I do not know the name of the feeling that I have for you. But it is a special tenderness, something I have never felt until now, not for anyone.
— Gustave Flaubert in correspondence with George Sand; Croisset, 12 November 1866, Monday night, from Selected Letters
“Abandon yourself (…) abandon your heavy legs to the floating meadows,”
— Mary Szybist, From Incarnadine: Poems; “The lushness of it” (via feral-ballad)
Pagans (2019), dir. Lucy Luscombe
December 16, 1930 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977
Banana Yoshimoto, from her novel titled "The Premonition," originally published in 2015
Belden C. Lane, The Great Conversation
Necessity may be the mother of invention
But desire is the mother of transformation
Good Bye, Dragon Inn (Tsai Ming-liang, 2003)
Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis
Clementine von Radics, from “Letter from Anaïs Nin to Clementine von Radics”
Text ID: For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough.
Samuel Beckett, letter to Morris Sinclair (March 4th, 1934), The Letters of Samuel Beckett, Vol. I: 1929-1940 [ID'd]