for halloween this year, my girl dressed up as frida. it was all her plan: she bought the dress last year in mexico and made the flower crown herself; she picked out necklaces from my collection and wrapped herself in a grey shawl. she made me retouch her monobrow to make sure that it was symmetrical and she shopped goodwill to find a cane to complete her outfit. on that day that she dressed up as frida kahlo, there were moments when i actually felt like the spirit of this iconic mexican painter was with us…<3

++ i used to think i was the strangest person in the world but then i thought there are so many people in the world, there mustbe someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways i do. i would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me, too. well, i hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true i’m here, and i’m just as strange as you. {frida kahlo}