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obsessed with how often women describe falling in love with other women as a quieting, a moment of stillness and calm where before there was noise.

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Kathee Muzin on the first time she fell in love with a woman, from The Montreal Gazette, 1991

Poetry published in Come Out, 1972

First Love Poem in Recent Memory, Julien Baker

#so many journal entries about how calm and at peace I felt falling in love with my gf 🥰#reappearing on this blog for one second to tell everyone that I AM IN LOVE #i'm gay that's all

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“What I love more than acting is being Josey’s mom. So I wanna be there for him and I don’t want to miss anything.”

— 1987-2020, Naya Rivera

#</3 #naya rivera

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#naya rivera #thank you

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Never forget what this scene did for us. I could never. …

#a groundbreaking moment #naya rivera #this meant. so much to me.

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so.

i don’t even know how to begin.

glee meant so much to me, and then nothing, and these days it’s somewhere in the middle, but none of that ever touched the place santana lopez has in my heart, and by extension the person who brought her to life. how could it, when you grow around a thing. it’s there forever.

no one who has come into themselves after glee will ever understand what a true precipice naya stood on with santana. how could they, when everything that came after was so much for the better because she went first, and it was for keeps.

she did that. thank you, naya.

#i would not be the person i am today without the brittana fandom #in so many ways I would not be the person I am today #that was the beginning of me learning about myself my desires my community social justice belonging writing all of it #that was the first time in my entire adolescent life that i felt like i belonged somewhere #glee hasn't crossed my mind much in many years #but it is an integral part of me #i grew around it too

hey glee friends, if you are still around. holding you in my heart and holding memories of our times together in my mind. if anyone is interested in reconnecting, send me a message and i’ll give you my number. <3 to you all.

#so many memories

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Imagine a Carthage sown with salt, and all the sowers gone, and the seeds lain however long in the earth, till there rose finally in vegetable profusion leaves and trees of rime and brine. What flowering would there be in such a garden? Light would force each salt calyx to open in prisms, and to fruit heavily with bright globes of water–-peaches and grapes are little more than that, and where the world was salt there would be greater need of slaking. For need can blossom into all the compensations it requires. To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it? And here again is a foreshadowing–-the world will be made whole. For to wish for a hand on one’s hair is all but to feel it. So whatever we may lose, very craving gives it back to us again. Though we dream and hardly know it, longing, like an angel, fosters us, smooths our hair, and brings us wild strawberries.

Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping (via venuscomb)

#wow