the girl with curious hair


tongue painting, 2014

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"I wonder
whose arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved."

- Unknown (via moonsads)

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Untitled, 2009 by Pedro Cappeletti

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"Self love is the very first romance"

- Akua Naru, Mo(u)rning  (via thatkindofwoman)

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"I am not a woman. I am an inferno, I am a tempest. I am venom and fangs and claws. I am lightning and starlight, and I am hell in high heels."

- (via freespirit-lonelysoul)

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Our kiss is a secret handshake, a password.
We love like spies, like bruised prize fighters,
Like children building tree houses.
Our love is serious business.

One look from you and my spine reincarnates as kite string.

When I hesitate to hold your hand,
it is because to know is to be responsible for knowing.

There is no clean way to enter
the heavy machinery of the heart.

Just jagged cutthroat questions.
Just the glitter and blood production.

The truth is this:
My love for you is the only empire
I will ever build.

When it falls,
as all empires do,
my career in empire building will be over.

I will retreat to an island.
I will dabble in the vacation-hut industry.
I will skulk about the private libraries and public parks.

I will fold the clean clothes.
I will wash the dishes.
I will never again dream of having the whole world.


- Mindy Nettifee, “This is the Nonsense of Love” (via thatkindofwoman)

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