…i am disappoint.
Francis Bacon, Voilence, Eroticism, Escapism, and...
Honesty and torment. I’ve been watching a lot of biographical documentaries lately about artists and writers from the 50s and 60s. Plus I’ve been reading the unabridged journals of Silvia Plath, and what I have noticed about many of these so called revolutionary artists with their rawness of expression and level of fame is they were not afraid to be honest about how fucked up they...
dear fucking diary
I’ve been reading my journals from over ten years ago, and I’ve come to realize that I haven’t changed at all. I’m still afraid of all the same things. I’ll never realize my potential until I let go of these fears.