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June 2012
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“They sit for hours on the ‘cafés’ warming their precious behinds, and talk...”
– Frida Kahlo, in a letter to her lover, the photographer Nickolas Muray, expressing her disdain for the members of the art scene in Paris. Much of the letter is too salty to reproduce on a family blog such as this one; in other words, a good read!
Frida Kahlo, Paris, France letter to Nickolas Muray,...
May 2012
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FUCKING MOTHER FUCKING FUCK
I suddenly miss everyone tonight.
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Yoga Studio Tales.
Old woman just came in the studio. You know, one of those that you can size up immediately. Ralph Lauren collared shirt, sleeveless. Khaki shorts. Pearl earrings (real.) Leather belt. Oh and she brought her dog - a white fuzzy number she let me know was her “pinky dinky do.” Right away I can tell, great, here is this privileged old bitch who will absolutely take up at least 20 minutes...
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speaking in cliches / it’s going to be one of those days
fuck mothers day
E. E. Cummings Poetry: You are tired, (I think) →
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You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I. Come with me, then, And we’ll leave it far and far away— (Only you and I, understand!) You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— …
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Cat People Can You Please Help? →
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“To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others....”
