| via: meandtennessee | 3 hours ago with 18 notes |
❤ My Honey, Satnin, & Dummy — •
| via: lesniewskis source: potter-kingdom | 3 hours ago with 1,251 notes |
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 twelve 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, there on the rim of the cup the lipstick imprint of my mama’s kiss.
| via: lesliehowards source: nomadmanifesto | 5 hours ago with 3,851 notes |
“why do you like elvis hes dead” “wasnt he the one who died on the toilet” “ew thats so lame my grandma likes elvis”
| via: meandtennessee source: parscilla | 6 hours ago with 47 notes |
Elvis playing pinball, looking cool. As ever really.
| via: elvispeen source: flash-gordo | 6 hours ago with 49 notes |
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| 7 hours ago with 6 notes |
Elvis at his Audubon Drive home, May 31, 1956. Photo by Phil Harrington.
| via: vinceveretts source: vinceveretts | 8 hours ago with 389 notes |
