June 19th, 2013
I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am…You are a shit.
Frida Kahlo, from an unsent letter to Diego Rivera  (via shantiwinds)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via weatherman-underground)

Sabía que sus ojos y su sonrisa me iban hacer bien, lo que no pensé en ése momento fue el mal que causaría cuando ya no los tuviera.
Lo que quedó de Amanda  (via drapetomania)

(Source: nofuecoincidencia, via drapetomania)

You’re luscious. You’re ravishing. I would give up red meat just to get a glimpse of you in a bra
George Costanza, a poet. (via brianarechiga)

(via sixtysixsix)

Be there for me, I’ll be there for you.
Always.

Best Fwen ❤

Be there for me, I’ll be there for you.
Always.

Best Fwen ❤

June 18th, 2013

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Red lipstick makes me feel like I could cut a man’s heart out with a high heel shoe and fucking eat it.

You either know what I’m talking about or you don’t 

This is me.

(via karinacorazon)

Happy. 🌞🌊💙✨

Happy. 🌞🌊💙✨

😎💚☀🌊

😎💚☀🌊

(Source: mastershogun, via drapetomania)

Right from the start
You were a thief you stole my heart
And I your willing victim
I let you see the parts of me
That weren’t all that pretty
And with every touch you fixed them

Right from the start
You were a thief you stole my heart
And I your willing victim
I let you see the parts of me
That weren’t all that pretty
And with every touch you fixed them