Solitude Is Independence. It Had Been My Wish And With The Years I Had Attained It. It Was Cold. Oh,

Come dwell with me underneath these pink skies, hold my hand, and I will hold your heart.

e.v.e.

Frida Kahlo and Chavela Vargas

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“Got me up all night”

— J Cole

"The reading of all good books is like conversation with the finest men of past centuries."

-René Descartes

she’s toxic yet tasty is the best way i could describe her

lord knows what drives me to be in love with her

her toxicity sinks beneath her ethereal soul, so ethereal my eyes spin and my body loses its balance and tranquility

she’s a devil disguised as a guardian angel

they say love is blind, and it truly is, what my eyes show me is far beyond the truth

maybe i’m in love with the idea of her and all that she is

to my disappointment, that is beyond insufficient

as toxic as she is, i went to spend my days swimming is her river of poison, kissing her poisonous lips till my whole body is infiltrated by the poison in hope that before it reaches my heart she herself will heal me for she is my poison yet my remedy too