ni-hao shar.

Happy national hotdog day!!!
😍😍😍😍😍

narcotic:

this is so cute oh my god look at her smile 

dirty-mindead:


nlarva:

Vendo poco pero para los frijoles saco
Foto: Niña Larva

Respect.

dirty-mindead:

nlarva:

Vendo poco pero para los frijoles saco

Foto: Niña Larva

Respect.

drunklydias:

just because your idea of a good time is curling up with a book and hers is doing tequila shots does not make you a better person than her

xelsoulkoo this is you and I

disarms:

goodbye my love

disarms:

goodbye my love

Frida Kahlo de Rivera (July 6, 1907 – July 13, 1954; Magdalena Carmen Frieda Kahlo y Calderón) was a Mexican painter, born in Coyoacán.

Perhaps best known for her self-portraits, Kahlo’s work is remembered for its “pain and passion”, and its intense, vibrant colors. Her work has been celebrated in Mexico as emblematic of national and indigenous tradition, and by feminists for its uncompromising depiction of the female experience and form.

Her work has also been described as surrealist, and in 1938 André Breton, principal initiator of the surrealist movement, described Kahlo’s art as a “ribbon around a bomb”.

During her lifetime, Frida created some 200 paintings, drawings and sketches related to her experiences in life, physical and emotional pain and her turbulent relationship with Diego. She produced 143 paintings, 55 of which are self-portraits. When asked why she painted so many self-portraits, Frida replied: “Because I am so often alone….because I am the subject I know best.” 

She also stated, “I was born a bitch. I was born a painter.” (x)

sosa-parks:

Your bae start a sentence with “I find it funny” she really don’t find shit funny. She really wanna find you in a casket”

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn…
With every goodbye you learn.
Veronica Shoffstall, “Comes the Dawn” (via larmoyante)
bellusmortis:

surroundyourselfwithwonder:

"My Dad Built Me a Coffin Shaped Bookcase, and a Friend asked to Paint it… Here’s the Result!" — HotPinkGlitter


OH MY LORD

I need this.

bellusmortis:

surroundyourselfwithwonder:

"My Dad Built Me a Coffin Shaped Bookcase, and a Friend asked to Paint it… Here’s the Result!"HotPinkGlitter

OH MY LORD

I need this.