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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)
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)
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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)
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June 18th, 2013
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.
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