The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait tr. by Carlos Fuentes
[ID: There is nothing absolute / Everything changes, everything / moves, everything re- / volves - everything / flies and goes away.]
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heyitskasagain-deactivated20200:
how does wine DO what it DOES. I feel sexy. I feel relaxed. I wanna take off my pants and kiss.
its the Grape
It’s Dionysus
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The effect of tiny iron filings dropped into a flame. Book of riddles and five hundred home amusements. 1863.
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Thinking about her.
The university library that has once offered me refuge and motivation, now closed and empty.
“Fold your arms round me close and strain me so that our hearts may break and our souls go free at last. Take me to that happy place of which you told me long ago. The fields whence none return, but where great singers sing their songs forever.”
— Joseph Bedier, Tristan and Isolde
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