grwm to forgive myself
cracking open a cold one with the girls except it’s my icy heart and they’re teaching me how to love again
may i offer you something? water? food? my heart??
a whole life together?
“Moja bieda” (“My sorrow”)
An envelope where Frédéric Chopin placed the letters received from Maria Wodzińska.
Frida Kahlo, from The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait
Anonymous asked:
do you think it'll all be okay?
yeah. even if it won’t i’ve got people to love in the meantime
babygirl i will invent stages of grief you have never seen before
