“I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am … You are a shit.” —Frida Kahlo, from an unsent letter to Diego Rivera (via prayforprada)
what if tattoos just randomly appeared on our skin at key points in our lives and we had to figure out what they meant for ourselves
The Hangover 2. That is all.