Clearly…
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— Frida Kahlo, from an unsent letter to Diego Rivera (via c-ovet)
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Happy National Bourbon Day!
coincidentally i am drinking bourbon RIGHT NOW
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FEELING: The one where you’ve built an idea about the future like an intricate origami creature inside your chest, and slowly or suddenly the possibilities turn into impossibilities and for hours or days there’s a rustling in your rib cage as the complex structure destroys itself, unfolding and flattening, unfolding and flattening pleat by pleat.
HOW TO EAT IT: Maybe just like an entire loaf of bread. Put butter on it. Put anything you can find on it.
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FEELING: The one where you realize you’ll never kiss a particular person again and even though it’s so trivial it feels like grief, it feels like someone has reached down your throat and is turning you inside out.
HOW TO EAT IT: Straight bourbon until you’re unconscious.
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inspired by lady-contrary
this is priceless
Apparently tonight is my night to spam you with TV shows I loved in the 90s.
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