Anne Marie. twenty in az
i want to get out of the desert
self tunes

"You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street." — Frida Kahlo (via girl-violence)

(Source: theunquotables, via girl-violence)

i want to have a little mini garden on my balcony 

"If someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised,
Because every night I tell her about you." — Shahrazad al-Khalij (via travelingnymph)

(Source: nizariat, via illumi---naughty)


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