BlakkWolverine__

if you’re black, reblog this

if you’re black, reblog this

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and last thing; i painted this back in january and never posted it here? a photo study of janelle monáe as an elven queen that she actually liked on twitter, i repeat the person i’ve admired and looked up to for almost a decade has seen and liked my art– and as far as experiences go this year it’s all been pretty downhill from there tbh

I trace the curve of my eyelids;

I picture the faces of my love, my family and friends.

I trace the bridge of my nose;

I take in the scent of what is before me.

I trace the curve of my lips;

I smile and recall my laughter.

I trace the curve of my ears;

I remember a tune, the sound of traffic and my lover’s voice.

I move my fingers across one another;

I recall the texture of your hand, your face and your hair.