You deserve a lover who wants you disheveled, with everything and all the reasons that wake you up in a haste and the demons that won’t let you sleep.
You deserve a lover who makes you feel safe, who can consume this world whole if he walks hand in hand with you; someone who believes that his embraces are a perfect match with your skin.
You deserve a lover who wants to dance with you, who goes to paradise every time he looks into your eyes and never gets tired of studying your expressions.
You deserve a lover who listens when you sing, who supports you when you feel shame and respects your freedom; who flies with you and isn’t afraid to fall.
You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry.
-Frida Kahlo
You deserve a lover who makes you feel safe, who can consume this world whole if he walks hand in hand with you; someone who believes that his embraces are a perfect match with your skin.
You deserve a lover who wants to dance with you, who goes to paradise every time he looks into your eyes and never gets tired of studying your expressions.
You deserve a lover who listens when you sing, who supports you when you feel shame and respects your freedom; who flies with you and isn’t afraid to fall.
You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry.
-Frida Kahlo
I once visited Frida and Diego's house(s) in Mexico City, read her biography... And just didn't get it. What was it about Diego that allowed her heart to keep on going after all that pain. His affair with her sister, the babies she lost in miscarriages, the non stop physical torture of the corsets she had to wear (and painted with colorful flowers) to keep her spine in one piece... Living in their separate houses joined by only a bridge...
And I stumbled upon this text.
Maybe that was it. I so hope Diego took away the lies and brought her all the hope, coffee, and poetry she needed.
And I stumbled upon this text.
Maybe that was it. I so hope Diego took away the lies and brought her all the hope, coffee, and poetry she needed.
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