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Nina Love

Write Where You Are

Nina Love

Write Where You Are

Write Where You Are

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writer. artist. human being.

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I am Nina Love. I would like to define myself in one label to make it easier for you reading this to understand who I am. But alas, I cannot. I am many things and I live my life to be all of those things. I am a writer, a lover, a sister, a daughter, a poet, an artist, a project manager, a cosmic starseed, an innovator, a student, a Black queer woman, a muse, a goofball, a master, an activist, a tarot reader, a leader, a traveller, a chef, a wanderer and the list quite literally does go on. For all intensive purposes and extensive ones as well, I am a human that reflects the nuances, light and darkness of life. I am here to think and to create and to express. I’m very glad you’re here. For as long as you may be here, I hope you see an affirmation of your own humanity through the expression of my own. This might change soon, but for now, explore this site with whatever it has, for whatever I have shared is near, significant and dear to my heart.

Nina Love

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just fotos that make me happy & remember goodness

god
i can’t believe it’s monday
it should at least be thursday
at the very least the weekend should nearly be here
shouldn’t i be nearly done with thinking about all of the things i’d rather not think about
shouldn’t i b

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theres a poem here but i really just want to share that i cut off my fucking hair and i’m so happy.

because i miss my mom
because we’re all carryin really hard shit
because this grief is too much to hold alone
because while there is so much beauty and goodness
there are also so many tears unwept that are pleading to pour out

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there is something about reclamation…
oh it is a grueling process
it seems it would come with bells and whistles
some sort of announcement that the world could hear
perhaps my voice would ring out and the world would sing back, saying “Y

if there is one thing, amongst the thousands that tear and repair my heart, that death has taught me, it is that the worlds we create are far more indicative of our lives than the world that is created for us.

i have so many unsaid thoughts of late,

here
as i am
i got a new dress that i knew was mines 🙈🙈💓💓

thank you @realecmolart 📸

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The bells of god

I wonder
Often i whisper
Talking to myself in hushed tones
Seeking out solace in places unknown
The bells of god are at my door

I sing
Melodies my mother once sang
Carrying hymns from ancient lands
I wish upon a wish for her voice

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