AUBREY

killing myself dying disintegrating exploding deathing pleasd deomefnennplease

some of u aren’t carrying a constant yearning for love that consumes u and that must be nice

i wish i was born as someone who could handle life

i wasn’t supposed to be a person i should be a well-loved mug or a worn paperback book or a favorite hoodie or a keychain plushie or something

NO WAIT WITCHS HEART

its cold and i miss the warmth

holding your hand, sweating profusely but holding it nonetheless

i cant hold it now, and my hands are cold

i miss you

Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas

i was only 12

every year i get a little sadder about them