A woman is living art

Alexina Graham, why do you want to see me in a heap on the floor? 

I have met my end. 

Don’t let her get away. Don’t do it. Love her so right she’ll be yours forever. 

Tagsplosion. 

redrule:

ashidoshi:

Oh so lovely..

Redrule

(via gimmeredbush-deactivated2012121)

Fify shades of let’s write our own. 

Ah, such love as we would make.

(via robbiestingle)

I want what’s mine. 

templeofginger:

http://www.tumblr.com/blog/templeofginger

Please share the beauty and red all around.

(via gingerscarlett)

We may not agree, but we respectfully dissent. 

curvyswervydames:

Taschen Postcard Model ::

Girls, you don’t throw us enough smiles over your shoulders. 

curvyswervydames:

Girly Mag Restoration ::  Not sure this one worked out well

Expressive eyebrows go a loooooong way with me. 

fuckyeahdarkgirls:

Black Beauty ♥_♥

There will never not be room in my day or blog for Sophia Loren. 

Old joke. Man says to woman, “You remind me of that Italian dish—”

“Sophia Loren?” she asks, flattered.

“No, chicken cacciatore.”

I always hated that joke. Not even in the deepest depths of the sixties is there a way to deliver it that doesn’t make it wildly presumptuous on her part that he means anything other than food. Basically, the joke’s inverted logic is “That thing that sounded exactly like it meant? That’s what it was.”

Screw you, joke. 

curvyswervydames:

girliemagazine:

Sophia Loren