Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955
[Text ID: I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art.]
Barry Lategan - Moyra Swan Wearing Dresses by Mila Schön (Vogue Italia 1970)
“That’s why high school, or a crappy job, or any other restrictive circumstance can be dangerous: They make dreams too painful to bear. To avoid longing, we hunker down, wait, and resolve to just survive. Great art becomes a reminder of the art you want to be making, and of the gigantic world outside of your small, seemingly inescapable one. We hide from great things because they inspire us, and in this state, inspiration hurts.”
— One of the best articles I’ve ever read. Rookie Mag. By Spencer Tweedy. (via wildyork)
Andrew Wyeth; Wind From the Sea 1947
Santa Sangre (1989) | dir. Alejandro Jodorowsky
You're so golden.
so i started watching the fran lebowitz show and .. yeah. everyone say thank u fran <3
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: It seems to me more than ever that I am a victim of introspection. If I have not the power to put myself in the place of other people, but must be continually burrowing inward. I shall never be the magnanimous creative person I wish to be. Yet I am hypnotized by the workings of the individual, alone, and am continually using myself as a specimen.]