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honeypot-sapphic · 1 year
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To wake up in her arms
To kiss her in the mornings while making our coffee,
Cups in hand.
To sit at the kitchen table with her in gentle silence
Waking up slowly but surely
Cause neither of us like early mornings.
But with each other?
It could be peaceful.
It could be kind.
Finding solace in each other's company.
(this is about wlw/nblw, men dni)
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relativefic · 4 months
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the beauty of sapphic love
unknown // Dodie she // Lyra Wren // Sappho // Henryk Siemiradzki // Leith Ross we'll never have sex // Blu & exile o heaven // unknown // Leith Ross (you) on my arm // Morgan Rogers honey girl // boygenius & ye vagabonds the parting glass // Cuno Amiet dancing bathers // Lilith Kerr unloving the knife // Jennifer Dugan some girls do // king princess 1950 // Sarah Waters tipping the velvet // Henry Caro-delvaille // Taylor Jenkins Reid the seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo // Sheridan Le Fan Carmilla // Olivia Gatwood the love as a cult // Sarah Waters tipping the velvet // Hans Makart // Mitski my love mine all mine // unknown
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butchrat · 11 months
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"dreaming up someone like you" butch for butch, yearning, dreaming
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deborah miranda
x
the vaccines
arctic monkeys
sonya ilya kaminsky
my writing
diane mariefield
carol queen
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tchaikovskysswanlake · 5 months
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i do wish that i could kiss you,
and someday you'd call me your wife,
still your skin is so soft, too fragile to touch
let's love in another life
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jjammy-skies · 4 months
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No more "toxic yuri" where it's just two women who argue sometimes or there's some misunderstanding that drove them apart. I want toxic yuri where they have actively tried to kill each other. I want to see scars and trauma, I want them to look at each other, seeing and knowing every way they've left their mark on the other. A rivalry so strong that it literally becomes a burden on their lives. I want to see two people drag each other down to the lowest depths of hell because they know, deep down, that this is the only person who'd dare go there for them. Even if it's out of hate or spite, that person would still go with them. Or maybe for them. A hate so passionate that it starts to tread on worship. I hate you so much I want to dedicate everything I am to you. What am I without our hate? What are we? I will remind you over and over all of your flaws. You will do the same. We make each other stronger, by proxy, but because we can't afford to lose to the other. I will be the only source of consistency in your life, because you know if you have nothing else, you can still hate me. And I'll always hate you. I'll say it like a promise. It's a confession. We will never drift away from each other. Always in each other's orbit, pushing and pulling. Forever we will circle the ring, punching and kicking and never quite pinning the other down. The round never ends, even after our coaches and loved ones try to pull us away from each other. Even after the audience leaves. It's horrible. It's exhausting. But it's still you and me. You consume me. Your venom is so familiar that it gives me withdrawals. It's addicting. You need my bark and I need your bite in equal measures. I need you. You need me.
I mean what. Who said that. Where am I.
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Me: I still don't understand how people knew I was a butch lesbian this long before I knew
Also me: *Hears Andrea Gibson's piece "I do" for the first time at 15 years old and ugly cries so hard I start hyper ventilating and I can't figure out why*
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when mitski said, “and i want a kiss like my heart is hitting the ground”, and when phoebe bridgers said, “so i will wait for the next time you want me like a dog with a bird at your door”, and when leith ross said “i love you more than my future spouse”, and when sufjan stevens said “i am a man with a heart that offends with its lonely and greedy demands”, and when yves olade said, “i choked on such longing i couldn’t spit it out. yes, desire is so different when god bore you hungry”, and when natalie wee said, “this is how you break the earth for desire”.
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honeyandbloodpoetry · 10 months
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poemsonmars · 1 year
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i will steal the moon out of the sky
if it helps you sleep better
at night while i'm not there.
i will stand outside
with a bucket while it rains
until the sky herself
runs out of tears
if it means that she will be softer
on your ears with her thunder.
i will smash every clock
on the entire planet
so time can stand still long enough
for me to hear your laughter
just a few seconds more.
i will give you whatever you want.
you can have all of my thoughts.
you can have all of my words.
they all belong to you already.
-mars
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dozygoldlesbo · 7 months
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I wished so passionately of you.
Nights filled with praying for you.
Days longing to be with you.
The moment that I met you,
I knew my dream had finally come true.
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mossygrove333 · 1 month
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women are beautiful. I don’t know why some women don’t think they are. Age is a gift. Your skin is beautiful, heavenly and gorgeous no matter the “imperfections” on them. I would caress each part of you until you were forced to forget all those bumps and ridges and tones. Your hair no matter texture is the hair I wanna run my hands through. Your eyes are the eyes I wanna gaze into before I fall asleep and when I wake up, no matter the color or shape. Your lips no matter how big or thin is the lips I wanna taste on mine. Your hips are the hips I wanna feel in my hands and your body no matter the look is what I wanna feel on mine.
you my love are a drug and I am more than willing to let myself be hooked.
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honeypot-sapphic · 8 months
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"I love you" is self explanatory, although it doesn't quite cover what I want it to mean. "I love you" is as simple as that. I love you.
But it doesn't explain how after we kiss, I look at you with pure adoration, relishing in the fact that you're mine. I love you.
It doesn't include the deep ache I feel in my chest when you leave, or the butterflies I feel when you're with me. I love you.
It can never fully show how completely and totally intoxicated I am by your presence, how you could ask me to do anything and I would do it. I love you.
It can never encompass everything I feel, the fear of losing you. How I cherish every touch, every glance my way, everything you do. I love you.
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potato-lord-but-not · 2 years
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I noticed her eyes once for the first time: they were green, and blue, and brown. They were the colors of the earth. And that revelation has stuck in my brain and I have many feelings about it.
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butchrat · 1 year
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"loving you is a survival instinct" butches loving butches, lesbianism, he's my girlfriend
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Joan Larkin
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Chloe Sherman
Rhiannon Mcgavin
The neighborhood
Susan Matasovska
Julio cortazar
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Rio Romero
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tchaikovskysswanlake · 2 months
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my heart screams your name,
on the tip of my tongue,
barely out of frame,
ive been yearning so long
to know you
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pennamesareoverrated · 3 months
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muted morning colours steeped in gentle mists
the world centered where our palms meet
a warm coffee for me and a hot tea for you
soft sighs and sleepy smiles one chaste kiss, or maybe two
each day only starts proper when i'm right next to you
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