“Give me Pablo Neruda, picnic beneath a full moon & iridescent stars, black olives, cherries, dark things, canoe on a river...that's romance.” — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“thighs made of hymns, I read 'em like I'm reading runes. Now tell me where my future lies...your neck, can I Savion… — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“Your skin reminds me of everything beautiful I've ever loved... how the moon gets jealous at how you mock her crescent figure… — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“I would tell my 14 year old self to never ever, ever put all of your money in one bank account. And… — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“Raw Living: Picking blackberries, beneath late afternoon sun; a sunset reminiscent of watermelon sangria, as the scent of honeysuckle accosts me and the ducks… — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“I don't want to be around people who accept me as is, in my unrefined state of becoming. I consistently want people around me… — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“Drama does not just walk into our lives. Either we create it, invite it, or associate with it.” — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“Remember to remember: sometimes your adversary is your biggest asset. Where would David be without Goliath? Jesus without Judas?” — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“All those other girls are cake...I'm Crème brûlée...Tiramisu, if you will. Just a few notches above.” — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“On Slavery: The saddest slap in the face is we have NO monument, no real statues or memorials, no special day of Atonement or… — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“Whatever it is you want in this life, be it material things, a place you want to be, or an experience you want to… — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“All things grow, flourish, die, and re-grow. Life and death are continuous and fluid. Like the Sun and the Moon which die and are… — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“THE NEXT DAY WAS RAIN-SOAKED and smelled of thick sweet caramel, warm coconut and ginger. A nearby bakery fanned its daily offerings. A lapis… — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“His ruby red rimmed moist eyes were two glasses of cranberry. He wore a cashmere sweater the color of Earl Grey tea...” — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“Sometimes transitional periods in life leave you feeling like a great big jumble of loose, split ends.” — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
