I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving. You are a stone. We weep together and make a bed for rain. — The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait, Frida Kahlo
» Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die: into that rushing beast of the night, sucked up by that great dragon, to split from my life with no flag, no belly, no cry. - Anne Sexton
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