RAHHHHHHH I LOVE LESBIANS
happy lesbian visibility week to all my fellow dykes <333
paintings by me
"butch bait" and "femme bait"
both oil on canvas, 50 x 40cm
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thank you for validating me great fish
this post is exclusively for people with dirty rooms
this post is specifically for people who know their room is a mess, but their brain won't let them clean it. this post is for you. I love you and I see you
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From Pandora
I want to open your Pandora’s Box. I want
To take all of the chaos, all of the pain, and
Disperse it across the world, inflict everyone
With a bit of your troubles, so you can live
The rest of your life in peace. I’d take all of
Your pain for the rest of my life, just to see
You be happy.
How could you ever think I’m tired of you?
I’d let the world freeze over before I get
Sick of you. I love seeing you smile, I love
Hearing your laugh, I could never get tired
Of you in my life. You fit so perfectly in to
It. The best puzzle I’ve ever solved was why
We weren’t together.
You’ve inspired me to be a better person. I
Want to fix myself, because of you. I want
To be a person you can be proud of dating,
Happy that you’re marrying, deserving of
Growing old with you. Adoration and just
Pure love. I want to live out a domestic
Life with you.
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Orbit
To write out of desire is like writing with
Purpose. Its writing with a thought behind
It. Its writing but not for you, but for
Someone else. Someone you hold just as
Dear as you would yourself. When I write
I Write for me. But sometimes, the
Thoughts of us slip into my writing, a
yearning that I would never wish on anyone.
Not because I don’t enjoy it, trust me
I do, but because it creates things like
This. It creates a need for me to create.
It gives me a reason, a motivation, a
Purpose. When I write about you I write
For something bigger than myself. As if
You were a higher power. In control of
my every move, something to worship.
Someone that when they speak, every word
sticks with me. You’re my reason. When I
write you’re the reason. But if anyone ever
asked me why I write, I would never say you.
Not because I am ashamed, but because the
curse of a muse is mine to bear. An poet’s
Deadliest weapon is not the pen, but their muse.
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Island of Lesbos
Sappho herself has blessed me with the
Gift of creation. And yet I can not find a
Use for it. I want creativity to consume
My life. But it just doesn’t. It comes
In waves, in hoards, like insects crawling
Towards something sticky and sweet. It
Comes out of necessity, out of desire,
But never at the right time.
I lay awake in my bed with the urge to
Write my thoughts out but nothing ever
Comes of it. It passes through my train
Of everlasting thoughts, but never stays.
It doesn’t stick around like other things
Like people, like memories. And if I get
Up to write them down, they drift. My
Memories are so fickle.
I wish I could be like you Sappho. To
Never write because I have to, but
Because I want to. I want to write out
Of lust, out of desire for another person.
I have a muse but nothing that will satisfy
The standards I made for them. I want to
Write for leisure, for my own enjoyment.
But instead I’m stuck.
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Born To Perform
My identity is one of talent. It's been crafted
Together by my experiences, my lack of them.
The naivety to the world that I’ve packed
Inside of me. The idea of being a femme
Lesbian but I always hated being feminine.
It confused everyone. It had them fooled,
Because I was able to be normal without
Being normal. I parade a facade I doubt
Anyone could ever break, except me.
Even my own reflection has itself fooled
At one point I pushed it away, it ruled,
Looming constantly over my life. It
Hated me. But I wanted it. I wanted
That typical femininity that every
Girl gets so easily. But I’m not a girl.
I didn’t choose to not be a girl.
Sometimes I think things would be easier
If I was a girl.
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this is actually literally me if anyone cares !!
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horny girls staying up way past their bedtime. scrolling through tumblr, getting off to the dirtiest things and wishing someone would just break into their room and fuck them to sleep. all while knowing they have to get up early for work or school
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Ombré
I am a muse yearning to be an artist.
Admired but never admiring.
Chased but never chasing.
Sought after, but never seeking.
I’ve never fallen in love on purpose
Or wanted someone that didn’t want
Me. So what happened to you?
I wanted to create, to foster a
Healthy relationship. A mutual
Understanding of one another. And
Yet here I stand, watching you walk
Away from me, constant but slowly.
Understood too well to be stood
Up to. So I pushed and pushed and
Pushed but you wouldn’t give up. I
Would never say I left on purpose
But I would say I was your purpose.
I was your everything. I was the orange
In your blue sunrise. Out of place but
Fitting for the situation. I never belonged
With you. But I stayed. Out of fear.
Out of need. Out of desire. Not a desire
For You. But a desire for someone.
Someone to love me. Someone to care.
Someone to, For once, put me first. But
you couldn’t even do that. You put your
friends, your whole life before you
Thought about me. I was your world.
But I was that stubborn piece that never
fit into your puzzle. Why did you keep me
For so long? Were you that lonely? Were
You desperate for love like I was? Did I
make you like that? Was this all my fault?
Was our whole relationship, all of our time
together, was it a waste?
You let me believe that I was the problem
You’d spill your emotions on to me, and I
Was drying your eyes, soaking up your
Sadness keeps it to myself forever. You
never kissed me. You never called me yours.
You just told your friends we fucked. And I
had it. I have had it with you. You chased.
And yet after all of this, you had the audacity
To come after my own chastity, and say
I never gave anything to you. My only way
Out was them. They got me away from you.
And you should resent them for that. They
Took me away from you, and gave me something
So much better.
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