the devil couldn’t reach me so he made me feel like i dont belong anywhere
top 5 scariest things to do
phone call
driving
have a job
not have a job
I saw 5sos last night and they played some of their old songs!!! It felt like 2014
when The 1975 said “you make me hard, but she makes me weak.”
i want to open up his chest and live inside his lungs and count the number of ribs left in him until i fall asleep. i want to make pretty ribbons out of his intestines and count all his eyes and bite his brain and dig my fingers into his stomach. i want to hug his beating heart. i want to remind him of his humanity as i cover him in his human blood and viscera and gore. i want to sing him my favorite songs. i want to comb his hair. i want to feed him soup. i want to squeeze all the air out of his lungs and watch him turn blue and beg for mercy. i want to wrap him in a blanket like a newborn kitten.
my anxiety is killing me.
there is still time. there is still time. until your bones are in the fucking ground there is still time.
Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas