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russiansappho · 1 year
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The Dawn of Eternal Winter by Veronika Sizova
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homerjacksons · 1 month
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- Late Bloomer by Mazey Eddings
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girlquoted · 1 year
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“You love me so much you can’t see straight?
“I love you so much that when I sometimes get a look at all the crazy fan mail you get, I think, Well, sure, that makes sense. I want to collect her eyelashes too.”
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yelenaslyubov · 2 years
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i just know if the multiverse is real, me and you my love, are slow dancing in the kitchen and loving each other unconditionally in each and every one
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lisareadsthings · 4 months
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“So then she took me home, or I took her home, or we were both somehow taken to the closest thing.”
Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
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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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wonderlorn · 1 year
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I like her so much it hurts to look at her
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namilovestoread · 3 months
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I fear the thought of never hearing your voice, never feeling your lips, never pressing against you just because, more than I could ever fear hell.
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not-rab · 7 months
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Barty: ‘They’ll never find the body’ is such a boring threat, a better threat would be ‘they’ll never stop finding the body’
Regulus, bored: Or just say ‘they’ll be finding parts of you for at least 4 months, and you’ll still be alive for 3 of them’
Barty: Now that’s a threat!
Evan, covering James’ ears: *horrified silence*
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queerism1969 · 1 month
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ministarfruit · 2 months
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day 18: once upon a time ♡
(femslashfeb prompt list)
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rebellemovie · 9 days
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what if you led a revolution against a corrupt dystopian corporation and i was your bodyguard and then i fell in love with you as i fought harder to protect you... and we were both girls
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scarymeandyke · 2 months
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“Someone will remember us
I say
even in another time”
//Sappho, Fragment 147
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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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lisareadsthings · 1 year
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To be regularly gay was to do every day the gay thing that they did every day. To be regularly gay was to end every day at the same time after they had been regularly gay. They were regularly gay. They were gay every day. They ended every day in the same way, at the same time, and they had been every day regularly gay.
Gertrude Stein, "Miss Furr and Miss Skeene" quoted in Chloe Plus Olivia: An Anthology of Lesbian Literature from the Seventeenth Century to the Present, Lillian Faderman (ed.)
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Time may pass, and I may forget her; forget how jealousy took all I have, when she owes me nothing, forget the distance ripping her out of my heart, where she belongs. She's the core of my divagations and my breaking point, the fine line between what I want and what I can't have. I'll go mad without us, I'll turn to dust in the wind. So I pray my dirt still search for her, after all.
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— Thank you for breaking my heart, part two.
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