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1 hour ago on May 31, 2012 at 02:07am
“They will say I smoked cigarettes and marijuana, cursed hoarse as a crow in all my languages, and loved morphine and Demerol and tequila and pulque, women and men. I will shrug my illusion of shoulders and answer that I am a water woman, not a vessel, not something you can sail or charter. I am instead the tributary, the river, the fluid source, and the sea itself. I am all her rainy implications. And what do you, with your rusted compass, know of love?”
— Kate Braverman, The incantation of Frida K.
Photograph: From the Detroit Institute of Arts’ archive - Frida Kahlo overlooking Rivera Court circa 1932-33
If you want to know who Frida Kahlo was, don’t read too many biographies. Read this book. Literature can be more real than reality.
(via journalofanobody)
Well folks. Its 1:30am. I’m so done for the night lol (Taken with instagram)
2 days ago on May 29, 2012 at 02:32am
Loads 4 and 5:D and that’s all folks! (Taken with instagram)
2 days ago on May 28, 2012 at 09:48pm
It’s actually happening! I’m moving into my own place! (Taken with instagram)
2 days ago on May 28, 2012 at 07:47pm
It was wonderful to sit with her head on my shoulder for hours and feel as I always have, even now, closer to her than to any other human being. And I wouldn’t mind a bit if in a few years you and I could snuggle up together under a stone in some old graveyard here. That is really a happy thought and not melancholy at all.
F. Scott Fitzgerald to Zelda Fitzgerald (via 33113)
(via loveyourchaos)
