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Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell by Marty McConnell

leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. train your heart like a dog. change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. 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.

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“I don’t pinche need you ”

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Amén.

Mi propia Violetta

Ave María Purísima: me acuso de ser yo por todas partes. O sea de querer hacer siempre todo a mi manera. Y hasta peor: conseguirlo. Me acuso de pensar y replantear mis decisiones; una, dos, tres veces o las que sean necesarias, hasta taladrarme la cabeza y atravesar la fibra más certera de mi ser.

Me acuso de dudar, titubear y buscar tu aceptación. De ser efímera como cartelera de cine y abrumadora como película de guerra en pleno verano. Me acuso de pesimista y despistada; de calcular tus movimientos y coreografiar mis reacciones. También me acuso de ser encantadora como princesa de cuento y trillada como villana de novela, todo en el mismo capítulo de la historia.

Me acuso de ser intensa y complicada, de tirar drama sobre el piso y dejarlo ahí hasta que tropieces con el una y otra vez. Me acuso de enredarte con besos y distraerte con palabras.

Porque a mujeres como yo no las conoces; las contraes. Como los matrimonios y las enfermedades y las deudas. Ay mi Diablo Guardián: Dios te lo pague…

Paulina Alcocer

Mayo 2013

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Para siempre, siempre.

José Agustín por siempre <3

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¿Cuál es la Onda? José Agustín con Angélica María.

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“If we look outside ourselves to find love and peace we will ultimately fail. It has to come from within. Lead by example.”

Rest In Peace, Chester. Love you and miss you  ♥

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Luz externa.

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There’s no point to any of this. It’s all just a… a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know… a Quarter-Pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle… and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt.

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RAPE ME

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LOVE

Fashion in The Craft (1996)

Costume Design by Deborah Everton

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