“I recommend her to you, not as her husband, but as an admirer of her work: sour and tender, as hard as steel, and as delicate and refined as the wings of a butterfly, adorable as a beautiful smile, and deep and cruel like the bitterness of life.”—Diego Rivera described Frida Kahlo in a note to Sam A. Lewiston, an American film critic. (via scatteredaesthetics)
“If a person wants to be a part of your life, they will make an obvious effort to do so. Think twice before reserving a space in your heart for people who do not make an effort to stay.”—marcandangel.com (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
My ‘supposed’ boyfriend would rather spend time visiting his dog, whom his ugly ex owns instead of spending any time with me whatsoever. Haven’t seen the dude all week, he barely speaks to me let alone texts me and I’m fucking sitting here feeling shitty for myself and feeling totally uncomfortable in this victim role.
I’m going to Vegas on Saturday, and some guy is going to hate his life after meeting me. Like, truth - I don’t know who the fuck this dude thinks he is, because I can play this game better, and stronger than any Man ever has. I’ve officially put myself back on the market, and I don’t really give a fuck if this dude gets the memo or not. At this point, all fucks have left the building.
mexican moms do this thing where if you forget or don’t do the dishes or take out the laundry or the trash exactly when they want you to, it’s like the greatest betrayal, and then they say “vas a ver, cuando tu me pidas algo, te voy a mandar a la chingada tambien”, followed by too much guilt tripping
I’m damn near 30 years old and my Mother made me wash the dishes this last weekend when she stepped out of the house. When I told her,”yeah I’ll wash the dishes just not right now” her exact words were “SAID WHO?” And my response was a giggling “idk”.
Needless to say those dishes were washed before she came home.