Lesbian

Hello and welcome. I'm a lesbian and this is my blog.

[lesbiandomesticity]

we take time off, and often, to do the things we love. we spend weeks out of the year out of work, traveling or swimming or napping or gardening or taking our daughters to museums and festivals. we don’t need to worry about anything but enjoying our lives.

[meangirlnurse]

why even watch marriage story when you can just grow up watching your unhappily married heterosexual parents fight for free 

[diamondguls]

nature is cruel to baby adelies when they molting cause these little mans are FUCKIN RUINED look at them

wig

[micaxiii]

Bob Ross

[sans--seraph]

Somebody had to make sure humans weren’t the stupidest looking critter around during puberty, and adelies answered the call

[2seat]

[fairweathermyth]

David Rose: A Soft™ Face Journey

[loumargi]

Franz von Stuck - Falling Stars

[artandopinion]

Emperor Moth

1889

Vincent van Gogh

[ineskew]

The Good Place said “there’s no ethical consumption under capitalism but that doesn’t mean it’s not worth trying to be a good person, treating other people with dignity and compassion, loving and supporting one another, and fighting for a better system” and I for one think that’s very radical of them

[llovinghome]

[wordswilling]

“A child free from the guilt of ownership and the burden of economic competition will grow up with the will to do what needs doing and the capacity for joy in doing it. It is useless work that darkens the heart. The delight of the nursing mother, of the scholar, of the successful hunter, of the good cook, of the skillful maker, of anyone doing needed work and doing it well—this durable joy is perhaps the deepest source of human affection, and of sociality as a whole.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed

[ingmvr-deactivated20201102]

Dreaming of you is my great escape 🌱🌲

ingmvr_

[chabochi]

[loavfer]

always reblog the bog hogs

[everythingstarstuff]

Vladimir Kush

[secondclassvines]

“Ping pong can get intense sometimes”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Lucille Clifton, from Two-Headed Woman: Poems; “To Thelma, Who Worried Because I Couldn’t Cook,”

[90377]

[carpentrix]

Thick sycamores flank a half-mile stretch along the Charles River in Cambridge. A limb came down. I carried it home. I made this spoon. I liked the way it felt in my hands. It was a gift. Neighborhood wood.