Greater Des Moines Botanical Garden
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YOU ARE THE REASON

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Greater Des Moines Botanical Garden
you can’t save the world but you can save some bugs which is pretty cool and also important
love one another, as I have loved you
Broadway, Costwolds, England by Bob Radlinski
by Jane Lord
She tastes like chocolate
And I've just finished my coffee
Her lips are warm and soft, unhurried like our gentle morning
There was never a better pairing
My favorite part about being sapphic is when the things I love about other women become things I love about myself. One day I was tracing another woman’s stretch marks in a dim bedroom light. And then, seemingly by accident, I was doing it to myself in my bathroom mirror. I loved the feeling of a full hand of flesh when I grabbed a woman’s hips, and then mine didn’t need to be so skinny anymore. I looked at a woman’s lower stomach pudge and thought it was so soft and cute, then never wanted a flat stomach again. Loving women can be so healing when you come from a world that doesn’t.
it's so loud inside my head, but she is so lovely
Magnolia Tree In The Park
Oxford University
there’s nothing more romantic than someone choosing to learn you. flipping the pages in your soul delicately and digesting your chapters with an open mind no matter how difficult or uncomfortable some of your moments read, treating each bookmark with no judgment, but pure love.
it's not unexpected when it comes,
in our own clandestine ocean
of esoteric togetherness,
the wave crashes,
pulls me under,
swallows me whole,
I'm sinking,
floating,
gulping air all at once
it feels like agony
and tastes
like salvation.
she's there, soft, solid,
tender.
the whole world fractures
inside my chest.
then she says, you're mine
and
I've never been
anything else.
so soft it hurts
She is
a ripe mango dripping down my chin
giving in beneath my teeth
melting under my hands, soft
like the first most decadent bite
during a scorching summer
when the sun burns your skin
and blinds you momentarily
while tall grass swishes
in front of your window
and you eat with fervour
with abandon
as if you don't know when
she'll deign to allow you another
bite.
women are genuinely the greatest thing ever created, you’d be crazy not to adore them with your whole being