"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 12 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. and there on the rim of the cup the lipstick imprint of my mama’s kiss."
— nomad manifesto (via theseasonofthebitch)
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Posted 6 days agoI think what I need more than anything right now is to get right back into life and stay productive. At night I still think about that scary incident, but it’s time to move surge forward!
Feeling a lot better than I did yesterday, although last night I had a hard time sleeping. I kept replaying the instant of the crash in my head. Luckily exhaustion took over. Work was pretty hectic, and the stress was giving me a headache. I got a little dizzy here and there, but for the most part the pain seemed to subside as the day continued onward. Keeping myself busy seems to be the key to my mental recovery.
I was pretty nervous to drive this morning and took it fairly slow, but it wasn’t so bad driving home. Hopefully I can get my new car this weekend, because paying for another week of rental is pretty shitty.
