A brief summary of my existence.

Sep 21

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Sep 20


I have Water in my head, and flowers, blooming from my back, by The Expressionist.

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"art is transient. a transition from this color. to this larger color. it swells and contracts. becomes stationary. then explodes. (as an artist) do not be afraid to travel with it."

- nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)

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Made with Lovevia gladysdorisdave
May 8


Made with Love
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May 3

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Paris Williams, NYC
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May 1


Paris Williams, NYC


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"And I cried. For myself. For this woman talkin’ about love. For all the women who have ever stretched their bodies out anticipating civilization and finding ruins."

- Sonia Sanchez (Homegirls and Handgrenades)

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Apr 30

"This is where the mountains crumbled for the first time. This is where we found a pile of rocks and pretended we knew something about rebuilding. Are you still sorry about any of it? Let’s forget about the candles we left on all night. Let’s forget about all those clouds we ran from. Baby, the storm was us the whole time, and you have to promise to tell me when the monsters stop showing up here. I can’t remember the last time I was destroyed, but I have a feeling it was all in my head. Maybe these poems were never about how many people got their hands on my heart, but whose blood was on my own fingertips. I don’t know what the war tasted like, but I remember the graveyard after. If I survived before, it wasn’t the right way. If I survived before, it means I can do it again differently. Do these pieces of wood everywhere means someone is building is something or someone is destroying something? Maybe the important thing is that it doesn’t matter. Maybe the important thing is that it is our choice what to make of it."

- Y.Z, the reminders we never had (via rustyvoices)

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Apr 22

"A woman-of-color who writes poetry or paints or dances or makes movies knows there is no escape from race or gender when she is writing or painting. She can’t take off her color and sex and leave them at the door or her study or studio. Nor can she leave behind her history. Art is about identity, among other things, and her creativity is political."

- Gloria Anzaldúa, Making Face/Making Soul: Haciendo Caras — Creative and Cultural Perspectives by Women of Color  (via jalwhite)

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