Cottagecore

Hi! I’m Hannah, and i always dream about my villa in Italy where I raise goats and have a swarm of honeybees. There would also be a pretty lady who I could read poetry to.

[homemadehonies]

i want to sit on pebble beaches in sweatshirts and jeans while we read to eachother and light bonfires, both literally & figuratively

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i wish we could be back in the middle of last summer, sitting on your back porch with the fan lazily circling in the evening heat. you playing with my hair as the gnats buzzed outside.

[boredpanda]

The Magical World Of Australian Mushrooms By Steve Axford

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the constant plight of the queer community is deciding between living in a cottage w only the one you love for miles or living in a bustling metropolis full of culture and community and life.

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quarantine/ ldr dates for the whimsical:

tea parties with aromatic chais and biscuits that you baked together. rain is pattering on the windows and you listen to the same playlist, chatting in whispers.

doing yard work or cleaning while calling. the bright morning sun streams through the same windows. being productive together strengthens any relationship. it will also make it so much easier when you’re together again.

read each other passages from your favorite novel, sharing your notes in the margins or pausing to go on long, philosophical tangents. ramble and rave about your passions.

go on nature walks together, smelling flowers, sharing beauty they might never have gotten to see. make promises to take them to the same spot.

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i want to work in the community with my future partner.

(like, maybe it’s the sims four pack with two whole lesbian couples coming out but)

like, making a community garden? picking up trash? taking a break from our lives to just breathe and help

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i also want the very modern pleasure of sitting in the back of my car, lying in the trunk with pillows and blankets, listening to indie music with a person and just breathing the same air.

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i love women like i love warm pizza and hot cocoa and rain and fog and indie coffee shops. i want to be home to each other, but not feel homeless without each other because women aren’t warm pizza and hot cocoa and rain and fog and indie coffee shops. they’re people. i’m a person. i deserve time and space and also love and companionship.

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i want to go on whirlwind vacations with a person and be the only two who understand each other fully. i want to have adventures with a girl, jumping off cliffs in to crystal turquoise waters or try street food in a marketplace. more than anything, though, i want to grow and learn together in the most kinetic sense of it all.

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darling, i only seek to make your life better than it already is, you perfect, holy being

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there’s so much loneliness in the wlw/ nblw community, and we’ve grown to romanticize it as yearning. granted, i too am single and yearn to frolick in a field of strawberries, lavender, and dark academic books and ancient languages and all that. yet, i don’t think that’s beautiful. i think it’s sad and lonely and i hope each and every one of you is happy with or without a girlfriend someday 🍓🌾🐌

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bella— beautiful in french, war in latin

powerful women, women who reject or radically accept what there is, will always be beautiful.

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sitting on a train with a girl on a trip into a historical city, drinking tea from the dining car or the snack cart. reading poetry aloud as it rains outside and children sleep in their mothers’ arms across the aisle.

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last night i was walking on the railroad tracks, and the moon was out, a waxing gibbous. i saw two deer, and have never felt more of a sign in my life that i’ll be okay.

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there are certain things that ooze queer culture like fishnets and the rocky horror picture show and marijuana; but then there’s also feeding each other strawberries at picnics and the monopoly we have on flower crowns and . i find the duality of punk and staying out late at night and doing illegal things, but ultimately just wanting to rebel against society and it’s constrictions versus the urge to live in a woodland cottage with only you and your wife for miles.

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women are holy, and i should have known i loved them in the seventh grade when i led a protest for the right of the girls to sit on the literal floor because we didn’t have enough desks and got detention. the teacher always picked a boy to do it. well, now i know that boys oftentimes belong on the floor and that there are more things worth fighting for.

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oh to be a girl in the victorian age who governesses by day, telling children stories of pirates brave and women that save themselves, but then to be a bar cat by night, partying in underground enclaves of women who like to hang around their friends and stare at the Mr’s wife a bit too long.