Frida Kahlo, from a letter written in 1934, featured in "The Letters of Frida Kahlo,"
Ive watched from afar as you kill yourself painfully slowly for two years nothing can hurt as much as that
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Frida Kahlo, from a letter written in 1934, featured in "The Letters of Frida Kahlo,"
Ive watched from afar as you kill yourself painfully slowly for two years nothing can hurt as much as that
— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, “To the Desert” from Dark and Perfect (El Paso: Cinco Puntos Press, 1995) (via lunamonchtuna)
Image I.D. — “You wrap your name tight around my ribs / And keep me warm. / I was born for you.” — End I.D.
Link to full poem
Sometimes you do
Sometimes your name wrapped around my ribs becomes so constricting that I can’t breathe and I can’t breathe and I can’t
I’m afraid if you keep doing this you’ll die and the part of me that’s wrapped in your name will die too-
people need to understand that once you go through your worst time alone, you really don’t care who stays in your life anymore.
If hurting me does not hurt you, you don’t love me. You’re using me.
k.b // by jerry flowers jr
I can’t stop crying I don’t want you to die
La Collectionneuse `( 1987 )
I have to choose me over you again and you won’t even notice bc you’re just out getting high
no yeah i cant hang out sorry. yeah im hugging my pillow in bed today. yeah no itll be for a while. maybe for forever. OK bye
Three days
This time it took one day for you to start lying to me, two days for you to fuck someone else, and three days to decide everything was my fault again
Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from “My partner wants me to write them a poem about Sheryl Crow"
Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from “Sand & Silt", Water I Won’t Touch