She had created a dream world for herself. If the slightest thing happened in the normal world which did not conform to the laws of her dream world, her heart rose up in outrage and she was in pain.
Ivan Goncharov, The Same Old Story (1847)
“I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to me to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.”
— Fernando Pessoa (via antigonies)
I shall live on dreams because reality is too cruel for me. I think I shall be the kind of person that nobody understands,
Anaïs Nin, Linotte: The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1914-1920
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I just want to create a beautiful life for myself and others. I want peace and quiet in my house in the mountains, a garden filled with blooming flowers and happy cats. Sunkissed mornings on a white porch enjoying a slow morning routine, with a cup of black tea in dainty floral teacups, vintage 50s music drifting from the kitchen along with the scent of pancakes & homemade jam. A house that smells like home, like fresh bread, like serenity. A hall filled with art in beautiful ornate frames. The freedom to create what I love and share it with others. I will create my own kind of happiness and I truly believe everybody deserves to create for themselves whatever life offers them the most happiness.
reading in bed. painting by marta astrain.
paul and the lovely linda 🕊️
Anaïs Nin, from the diary of Anais Nin, vol. VI: 1955-1966