“For the woman who stands alone.”
— Yohji Yamamoto stating who his clothes are for after his show in Paris, 1981
“Many girls lock themselves up, / become pantries, closets. / Some, like trees, grow bark, / and others, like rivers, / burble into dimpled pools.”
— Eli Mandel, “Rapunzel (Girl in a Tower),” as featured in Disenchantments: An Anthology of Modern Fairy Tale Poetry
Walt Whitman, “Old Ireland”, Complete Poems
[Text ID: “Of all the earth her heart most full of sorrow because most full of love.”]
if i could swing a really big sword it wouldnt even matter if anyone loved me or not
“A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life.”
— Hermann Hesse, from Wandering: Notes and Sketches (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1972)
The Head and the Heart, “Down In The Valley” //Louise Erdrich, “Grief” // Natalie Wee, “Thinspo” // The New Pornographers, “Adventures in Solitude” // Richard Siken, “You Are Jeff”
Marya Hornbacher, Madness: A Bipolar Life // Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds // Robin McKinley, Deerskin
