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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.

nomadmanifesto (via azaadiart)

My favorite is when I take the evening’s first few shots of whiskey leaving it behind on the glass.
“Are you wearing lipstick?!”
“Yes. Bootyhole pink.”

(Source: nomadmanifesto)

↵ Originally from nomadmanifesto

↵ Reblogged from iguessthatscool

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Anonymous asked

You are in a NY street style zine this month crossing a crosswalk wearing purple harem pants and holding a black carryall and All Saints (?) bag? Where did you get the pants and bag?

Wuuuuuut?! What zine? This is new.

The pants are Zanerobe and the bag is Billykirk.

Submit the picture at least? Talk about flattery.