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Going to a library together and sitting on the floor between the shelves while they read their favourite book to you is date
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victorianlonging · 1 year
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I liked the idea of living in a city — any city, especially a strange one — liked the thought of traffic and crowds, of working in a bookstore, waiting tables in a coffee shop, who knew what kind of solitary life I might slip into? Meals alone, walking the dogs in the evenings; and nobody knowing who I was.
Donna Tartt, The Secret History
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rodjanikov · 5 months
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Fake confidence will get you ANYWHERE
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the sapphic urge to buy bouquets and dry them, stare at art, go on picnics, pet every dog you see on the street, smile at babies, kiss everyone you love on the forehead, wear only eyeliner, lean against the person sitting next to you, make super specific playlists, take pictures of the moon, take screenshots of angel numbers, draw hearts on all your notes, have everyone remember you by your perfume, look mysterious while reading on public transport, tell everybody you meet about your love for taylor swift, get iced caramel latte despite being late, only carry your stuff in tote bags no matter how heavy, feel pretty when no one's watching and sit on countertops instead of chairs
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fromblisswithlove · 2 years
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gaealldae · 1 year
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watching the moon on a fall evening, listening to we fell in love in october by girl in red, thinking about the prettiest girl in the world >>>>
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i wanna thank the clouds for being so gentle when it rains; they don't need to cut the water into little drops but they do
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I long to write about her. About her eyes and her round glasses, her sense of humor and her loud laugh. All the small details and big flaws are stories I want to tell. I try to put it into words, the good and the bad, the lost signs and the found paths. I long for her, so I write it down. May she read my trembling heart and find herself in every word.
— I could've just said I love her, part five.
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vixen-academia · 2 years
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Dark Academia: Lesbian Academia Edition
Writing poetry about a beautiful girl you saw once at a coffee shop.
Studying the history of the lesbian and sapphic community (and getting really emotional when read about how lesbian community helped gay and trans community during AIDS crises).
Paintings and statues of Aphrodite/Venus and Artemis/Diana.
Reciting Sappho’s poems to the girl you love.
Reading Virginia Wolf, Judith Butler, Leslie Feinberg, Emily Dickinson, Alice Walker, Audre Lorde etc.
Saving some pretty pulp fiction covers (and sometimes reading them, why not?)
Siting in front a painting of a beautiful woman in a museum and just be there, admiring her.
Listening to chill songs about wlw with the girl you love, laying on the bed during a rainy day.
Dates in lesbian bars, cafés and museums cuz they give a safety feeling.
Bow ties and suspenders (if you like to look desfem).
Lavender details to reference the Lavender Menace Movement.
Stand with trans community for their right to have formal education and been respect for who they are.
Thinking that women in formal wear and who wear glasses are really stunning.
Search “butch dark academia clothes”/“femme dark academia clothes” on Pinterest to get some inspiration.
Vintage sapphic pictures saved on your phone.
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mangoslixes · 2 years
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June 3: lgbtqia+ pride
You have fallen into the homoerotic queer girl friendship. It’s all cute at first, and then you catch feelings, and it’s impossible to tell if the joke flirting is actual flirting and if the platonic cuddling is romantic cuddling, and next thing you know, three years have gone by, and you’re obsessed with her, and you haven’t done anything about it because you’re too terrified to fuck up the friendship by guessing it wrong, so instead you send each other horny plausible deniability love letters until you’re both dead.
realized more than half of my collection were queer books so I picked out the fluffiest one I read this year with @appleinducedsleep <3
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arsonslullabies · 2 years
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Physically I'm here but mentally I'm applying henna to my girlfriend’s hand as she reads me her favourite Mahmoud Darwish poems
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victorianlonging · 1 year
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romanticize! fetishize! idealize!
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moodymeangirl · 9 months
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i want them. i want to open a kilogram bag of navel oranges with my teeth. i want to open fruit with my teeth. i want to open brown navel with my teeth. with my teeth i want to mark their navel in the orange sun. i want to open them with my kilogram hands. with my teeth in the orange sun on their brown navel and our heavy (kilogram) eyebags open. to fruit them. i want fruit. i want with my teeth, with my orange hair and mark of the sun. with my want, i our us. in the sun, with thighs bagged like oranges to my navel, them opens fruit ‘do you want some mandarin?’ i open them with my eyes and some orange light. with my teeth i 
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rodjanikov · 5 months
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In poetry, oranges are to winter what peaches are to summer, but in two very different ways
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the sapphic urge to listen to conan gray and olivia rodrigo, get a nose ring, dance around in rainstorms, braid your hair with wildflowers, wear signature jewelry, reread the song of achilles for the thousandth time, know the words to i wanna be your girlfriend by heart, wear mismatched earrings, call your beloved by nicknames in your native language, make finger hearts with strangers, consume all forms of media about van gogh and his works, listen to bon iver, have a love-hate relationship with alaska young, aspire to look like a tim burton character, practice witchcraft, ship todd anderson and neil perry, be a big pants little shirt girl, read kafka, crumble completely when they cry, rewatch shutter island for the hundredth time, eat lobster for breakfast, keep circling between reputation and folklore and go to the girls washroom in a group
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