To this day I still find something extra special about a handwritten letter. I mean, any platform you use to express feelings is a beautiful one, and one that’s well appreciated. But there’s something that gets me every time when receiving a card that someone took the time to write. All the personalized little squiggles of their penmanship, and knowing that those words to them were worth more than a 2-second text makes my heart flutter. It also remains forever tangible, even if technology were to stop working - it’s something you can hold onto forever. Maybe I’m crazy, but I will always save every scratch of stationary someone used to tell me something, because it will always be important to me.

You’re special, in the peculiar nook of elbows, in the cry of glass bones cut, in the sleeve of the feeling thief, in the gut of pumped hydroxide,

and the honey of heaven cobwebs, rainbow of the stolen gold, blood of the dripping vampire,

fighting against other specials, making sure you aren’t the less special one, because enough is never enough;

we are always pitting
against our own kind

habituating to an unflinching
kill.

—  for the title of ‘the less ordinary’
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Frida Kahlo de Rivera born Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo y Calderón; July 6, 1907 – July 13, 1954) was a Mexican painter who is best known for her self-portraits.

Hace 108 años nacía la valiente y hermosa mujer que me inspira todos los días a través de sus obras y el relato de su vida. 

Nos dio arte, feminismo, amor, dolor, sexualidad, libertad y revolución.

Frida te adoro con toda mi vida! 

agradezco eternamente tu legado