Nieka

who taught you
that the
value of a woman
is the ratio
of her waist
to her hips
and the circumference
of her buttocks
and the volume
of her lips?
Your math
is
dangerously wrong
her value
is
nothing less
than
infinite.

‘Greater than’ by Della Hicks-Wilson (via linmanuelmiranda)

(Source: dellahickswilson, via lovelyandbrown)

alexandraelle:

The curves of my shell don’t make me a woman.
It’s the love in my heart,
the thoughts in my head
and the tenderness of my touch that spews my femininity.
The twist of my hips does not make me a woman.
It’s the smile on my face,
the calm of my voice
and the right to a choice that makes me a Queen. -“Shell,” Alex Elle

Photo by: andrewclifton

(via word2nick)

at Hair Rock Cafe

at Hair Rock Cafe

Wallflower.

Wallflower.

Made in 1992.

Made in 1992.

I am (almost) ALWAYS in my pleasure.
I command it to be that way.
At this point I don’t know any other way to live.
I command it to be that way.

—Command! by India Ame’ye (via eatmangoesnekkid)

(via sidzthekillahhh)

…But I want you.

…But I want you.

I don’t need you…

I don’t need you…