“A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.”
—Such a strong, accurate statement (via 42violethill)
June 2013
8 posts
“i love lipstick. i want to write an essay about the politics of lipstick. i like lipstick that’s deep, deep red. i like lipstick that’s purple, lipstick that’s black and dark for when i want to dress up my melancholy. i like sharing lipstick with sisters. and i laugh at boys that think i wear lipstick for them to notice, i laugh, lipstick is an art you can’t ever understand. from picking out a color, testing it on the inside of my wrist, pursing my lips during the application of it. i like when i kiss a baby and leave lipstick on their cheek, when you hug someone and leave lipstick on their shirt, when it gets on your teeth and you use your tongue to get it off, when you sleep in lipstick and wake up with it on your pillow case. in 1997 mama left for ethiopia to see her mama for the first time in 12 years. i was six and i cried the entire way home from the airport. and when we came home there on the kitchen table was the teacup mama had been drinking out of. at the bottom a sip of tea and black cardamom seeds. and there on the rim of the cup the lipstick imprint of my mama’s kiss.”
—nomad manifesto (via egyptianprincess)
Radical Love: What does love look like? is the question Ive been ponderingWhat does... →
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What does love look like? is the question Ive been pondering
What does love look like?
What does love look like? is the question Ive been asking of You
Once believed that love was romance, just a chance
I even thought that love was for the lucky and the beautiful
I once believed that love…
May 2013
31 posts
Work, there is always work,
but what is rare is finding
someone that makes us happy..Thank the heaven above
If you have any
And you just gotta keep them
bright lights, loud noises: you see, there's this girl →
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I feel like
a million dollars,
on top of the world,
like I could
touch the moon
and several other
clichesI mean,
I’m hungover
and my car got
towed last night
but
I’m good,
great
as a matter of factyou see,
there’s this girl
she’s got paintings of
liquor bottles
in her living room
and she’s
“„The body of a muslim woman, a body fixed in the Western imaginary as confined, mutilated, and sometimes murdered in the name of culture, serves to reinforce the threat that the Muslim man is said to pose to the West, and is used to justify the extraordinary measures of violence and surveillance required to discipline him and Muslim communities. Against the hyper-visibility of the Muslim woman´s body (customs officers, shop clerks, and restaurant workers now all presume to know how Muslim women are oppressed by their terrible men), it is virtually impossible to name and confront the violence that Muslim women (like all groups of women) experience at the hands of their men and families without providing ideological fuel to the ,war on terror‘.”
—Sherene Razack (via julinkah)
