frida kahlo

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Frida my inspiration you and me both always falling for ugly and cruel men who don't deserve us, but at least the cold rising wind is still blowing through both our  ugly and cruel hearts!
Lively soul, from the house of ocean and heavens, vibrant, ephemeral.   Plagued by malady at every turn, pierced by cupid's arrow, bones crushed by conveyance, blossomed ardor,
If I could bring anything, I would bring my edgy socks They breathe between who I am now and the steps I am taking to become They smoothen the edges I have formed around my insides  
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