SOME GIRL THINKS

The simple musings of me.

“Some writing doesn’t brush up against sentimentality as often as other writing. But whatever ‘bad’ edge your writing brushes up against, I think it’s important to touch it. You can always pull back from it, but at least you know where it is. It’s like when I was a dancer, we were always encouraged to fall in rehearsal, so that you could know what the tipping point of any given movement was. That way, when you did it on the stage, you could be sure you were taking it to the edge without falling on your face. It sounds like a cliché, but really it’s just physics — if you don’t touch the fulcrum, you’ll never gain a felt sense of it, and your movement will be impoverished for it.”

—   Maggie Nelson, in response to ‘Is it important to risk sentimentality?’ in an interview with Genevieve Hudson for Bookslut (via bostonpoetryslam)

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I get so emotional thinking about my ideal outfits.

Like every time I picture my future self in a floor length white fur coat over a lingerie inspired little black dress and a leather harness I just get overwhelmed with feelings.

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Eve “Love is Blind”

Songs like this are why I miss having more women rappers. No shade to male rappers, but women like Eve made songs like “Love is Blind” which spoke so eloquently to domestic violence issues that all women, but specifically, Black women face. Unfortunately, the image of Black women as hard, neck-rolling, loud talking, and aggressive leads some to believe domestic violence is not an issue for us. However, if you look at the stats, you will see how much a lie that myth really is. 

In the sometimes, shiny and “bling” full world of mainstream rap, the messages about social and political issues that affect us all, are often lost. Eve’s “Love is Blind” was a hit that reminded us, domestic violence is still a major problem for Black women (and all women).  

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Lets Talk Eyebrows

Unlike most women my age, getting my eyebrows done is a very recent thing for me. While all my friends in college lamented the fact that there was no truly great place in our area to get them waxed, I let my brows grow free and untamed. Every so often, I’d buy one of those pastel colored razors from the beauty supply store and at most shave the hairs in between that threatened to become a unibrow. On extremely special occasions, like if I was anticipating a young mans face being dangerously close to my own, I might also take off a little of the wispy hairs that grew beneath them. Otherwise it was au naturel, all the time.

Whenever I said I’d never had my eyebrows waxed, other women would look at me in horror. “It changes your face you know,” they said. “So you just let them keep growing?” I wanted to point out that they very rarely grew past my nose, so I wasn’t particularly concerned. “Are you just afraid of the pain?” they’d ask. “It doesn’t hurt at all, just one two! And it’s over.” I was offended by this last statement, because I was pretty sure I could take the pain of a little wax. I just didn’t want to.

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“I still can’t believe I survived myself.”

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Michelle K., What Keeps Me Up at Night #131. (via artistsuffer)

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