“I know of witches who whistle at different pitches, calling things that don’t have names.”
“Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.”
Frida Kahlo (via lovebunnypumpkin)
This is extremely relevant to me and my feelings right now. I love Frida forever.
"Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge"
Dear girls who suffer from white boy thirst
No matter how cute or nice he is if he calls you any type of flavor that you use in your coffee then you need to cut that shit quick fr
Can’t put olive in coffee tho.
“Tu cuerpo es 65% agua, tengo sed.”