Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
tumblr dot com
occasionally subtle
$LAYYYTER
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
h
Jules of Nature

oozey mess
EXPECTATIONS

roma★
cherry valley forever
No title available
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
No title available
official daine visual archive
Misplaced Lens Cap
hello vonnie

pixel skylines
Sweet Seals For You, Always
No title available
seen from Vietnam

seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany
seen from Türkiye

seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from United States

seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from United States

seen from Bangladesh
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Canada

seen from Germany
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Netherlands

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from Venezuela

seen from Germany
@artdealerchickk
This is Money Marge. Reblog for a miracle of finances to come to you
🙏🏾💰💵
wetland.
[process on patreon]
By Martine Barrat
putting your girl’s necklace on for her is peak intimacy
A necklace of your name >
“I shall become a collector of me.”
— Sonia Sanchez, from Wounded in the House of a Friend
“your death a blues, i could not drink away.”
— Sonia Sanchez, from “14 Haiku”, Morning Haiku
““No. Don’t never go looking for love girl. Just wait. It’ll come. Like the rain fallin’ from the heaven, it’ll come. Just don’t never give up on love.””
— Sonia Sanchez, Shake Loose My Skin: New and Selected Poems
“i don’t believe in dying though i too shall die and violets like castanets will echo me.”
— Sonia Sanchez, from Malcolm
“As women, we are artists. We spill blood on this earth. We spill birth on this earth.”
— Sonia Sanchez
“how does one scream in thunder?”
— Sonia Sanchez, from “Elegy (for MOVE and Philadelphia),” Of Poetry and Protest
“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, from Just Don’t Never Give Up on Love
“And I sat out my childhood with stutters and poems gathered in my head like some winter storm. And the poems erased the stutters and pain. And the words loved me and I loved them in return.”
— Sonia Sanchez, from Shake Loose My Skin
Facts