"I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrate and merge. I want our cells to braid together like living thread."
— Isaac Marion
"You started out
as a curious traveler inside the
of my body.
You inhabited the first vein.
You moved on to the main
Then you became
my very own
— Frida Kahlo, The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait
“Well, how do you explain this?” he asked angrily. He pointed to an ashtray sitting on the coffee table. It was filled with gummy worms that looked as though they had been smoked like cigarettes. She had no reply. She had been caught and she knew it.