Holy moly, have you read this poem?! “Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell” is probably the best poem I’ve read since “Sick” by Shel Silverstein. It makes me realize that A.) even though Kahlo didn’t actually write this letter, that B.) I don’t care. It’s still the most delicious thing lately.
you have an apartment just your size. a bathtub full of tea. a heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid.
I will definitely say that I’m going to be moving soon, and this aforementioned apartment isn’t nearly big enough.