they painted up your secrets with the lies they told to you/
and the leash they ever gave you was the most you ever knew/
and you wonder where those dreams go/
when the world gets in your way.
frida kahlo.queen of the highway.sometimes a harpy in your nightmare,everything you ever wanted to be secretly.or maybe everything u knew you were but hid inside you.
pale watermelon sliced to perfection, a monkey(i once met one,called marathi), blood red drapes on the grecian godess' tainted skin.the ring you keep losing,or the one which broke and now sleeps between those jeans which used to fit a summer ago.
archetypes are a strange concept.i wonder how jung managed not to lose his head between all those soul searching and mind cracking.
she had such a brilliant,dramatic life!frida,i mean.ironically you see just how beautiful salma hayek really was..shes nothing close to the raw deal.
imagine losing your toesies right before u lose ze headsies.
yikes.
i likes.
and the leash they ever gave you was the most you ever knew/
and you wonder where those dreams go/
when the world gets in your way.
frida kahlo.queen of the highway.sometimes a harpy in your nightmare,everything you ever wanted to be secretly.or maybe everything u knew you were but hid inside you.
pale watermelon sliced to perfection, a monkey(i once met one,called marathi), blood red drapes on the grecian godess' tainted skin.the ring you keep losing,or the one which broke and now sleeps between those jeans which used to fit a summer ago.
archetypes are a strange concept.i wonder how jung managed not to lose his head between all those soul searching and mind cracking.
she had such a brilliant,dramatic life!frida,i mean.ironically you see just how beautiful salma hayek really was..shes nothing close to the raw deal.
imagine losing your toesies right before u lose ze headsies.
yikes.
i likes.
