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bunny-hearts

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what lies beyond? 👀

kuromilesbian-deactivated202205

i LOVE HEART SHAPED THINGS!!!!!! HEART SHAPED CLOUDS??? HEART SHAPED CHOCOLATES???? THATS WHAT BEING ALIVE IS ABOUT

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teacups to drink from while writing love letters

rosemvry

eldritchfemmemusings

oh...

princesskuragina

Sometimes I think about lesbian icon renée vivien lauging so hard she had to leave a lecture bc the man was talking about how a book of anonymously published love poetry was the pinnacle depiction of a young man’s desire towards women…… but it was her book. She wrote it. About her girlfriend.

princesskuragina

Worth noting the girlfriend in question was also present

Wild Heart, Suzanne Rodriguez

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exclusionist can fuck off

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I am loving the:

Bi-pan solidarity

Lesbian-ace solidarity

And the

NB-trans solidarity!

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Every once I'm a while this post circulates from my blog and I always get so happy.

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@viridi-cass 💛🧡💖💜💙

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JdbfjenODNFKNKSJSKCOE 💖💜💙

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“Attracted to them books” LMFAOOOO

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@carrie-frances im screaming

astrangeenchantedboy

thinking about when i was small, how my mom told me that pipe cleaners were just a tool until people started idly shaping things with them and it grew so popular that they were marketed as crafting materials. and that story about how the original frisbees were disposable pie plates that students flattened to throw. and how when i was a child i had a wooden mancala set with shiny, colorful stones, but on invention it was played with rocks and grooves dug into the dirt. and middle school, paper football and tic-tac-toe and mash and mad libs, games that just need pen and paper. and before that, games of pretend with pirates and princes and masked marauders. how at slumber parties after lights out, we used to whisper storytelling games, i say one sentence and you say the next. and shadow puppets. and the way all the kids in the neighborhood used to divide into teams and throw fallen pine cones at one another. and the floor is lava game, and the quiet game, and the games i play with my coworkers that are just words and retention. and "put a finger down" on the high school bus. and little girls clapping together, and how the first jump-rope was undoubtedly just a length of rope who knows how long ago, and how natural it is to play, how we seek play at every age and with any resources we have and with whatever time we can squeeze it into in a day. i'm not an anthropologist or a psychologist but i think after food and shelter and water and air what comes next is games and stories and laughter. i think that there is nothing -- not sex or fighting or forming unlikely bonds with animals -- there is nothing more human than to play.