Fragments of Art, Poetry, Memories

[jenny-jinya]

CW: animal death

People have asked for more interactions between Life and Death. Life is bringing so much color into my comics haha <3

[louisedolanart]

by Louise Dolan

[fig-fever]

Sappho, fragment 147 trans. Anne Carson

[quietlyrebelling]

god this makes me feel some new type of emotional. i live for wlw positivity

[bushcrafts]

Sappho

[kritastrophe]

and they had this in common: that they were feared, hated, desired, and worshiped - woman hating, a.d.

[tsarboy-deactivated20170101]

[fairy-queen-of-the-amazons]

Concept: a makeover story, but instead of “ugly nerd girl brushed her hair and wears makeup and gets the boy” it’s “popular girl realizes her unhappiness and stops shaving and wearing makeup or heels, and becomes a sexy butch lesbian”

[oldschoolvillageidiot]

Anne Hathaway in Shape Magazine. 

[disillusionedmonster]

I saw those stupid Bi and Pan flags that have “Hearts not Parts” on it and got pissed off, so I fixed it.

Edit: Feel free to use them if you would like!

[spitblossoms]

[myfandomtopia]

Kissing the back of someone’s hand? Hot. Calling someone “love” or “darling”? Hot. Saying you “fancy” someone? Hot. Tucking the other person’s hair behind their ear? Hot. Grabbing someone by the collar or tie to kiss them? Hot. Spinning someone back around into an embrace and/or kiss? Hot.

[itsabout-love]

All the above please.

[wolvesrising]

I hope every lesbian gets to feel how it feels to have another woman be just as crazy about you as you are about them…. not having doubts or confusion.. I wish this with all my heart, for every lesbian.

[poeticsoftheheart]

I did not know what it meant

to melt

before I saw your smile.

Such a simple thing,

a simple grin

and my heart begins to warm,

flooding my chest as it liquidates,

the butterflies in my stomach explode!

Just a smile

and my whole life is set in motion.

I want to stare at that smile until

until forever

until I die

I want to hold your hand in mine,

and melt.

—your smile keeps me warm.

9.15.20 k.i.m.

[lesbianherstorian]

excerpt from “who cares if it’s a choice? snappy answers to 101 nosy, intrusive, and highly personal questions about lesbians and gay men” by ellen orleans, august 1999

[farmgf]

marjorie agosín, the sun changed colors / tess taylor, bright tide / x / unknown / maggie stiefvater, call down the hawk / x / richard siken, i had a dream about you / john denver, homegrown tomatoes

[moggiepillar]

How to Wear a Strap-on in a God Honoring Way

[grendelmenz-deactivated20200929]

some sort of love poem

[grendelmenz-deactivated20200929]

This is the wildest result of one of my comics becoming popular I feel rabid

[semutamusic]

was just gonna reblog this bomb ass comic again bc it's a mood but the author's addition is hilarious. this is why your english teachers taught you to find meaning in a text

[gatheringbones]

judy grahn, frigga with hela

[jonismitchell-deactivated202410]

dreaming about kissing boys was its own kind of relief. yes, i can do this. i can marry and have my family at the wedding. i can wear his letter jacket at the hockey game and let my hands frost over before he warms them up again. it is a future for me. that’s something that could —

feel like a prison. gilded cage pinning me to a story, forcing me into a white dress, pinning my hair the way he likes it. delicate and lovely and beautiful — but for his consumption. for his eyes only. a parcel instead of a girl.

a parcel that will give him a legacy.

do you understand now? do you understand how it’s been killing me to invent story after to story, to look back at him with wandering eyes, to quite nearly incite a riot in my mind? to hear myself screaming and banging on a mirror that i could never be that?

it was like being sick for a very long time and sitting up again. it was realizing that the version of the story where i marry him wasn’t the only one that could exist. it was like morning invading the neon club, horizon gleaming fresh again.

i have another midnight that tastes like cherry lip gloss and dreams that i’ve never told anyone, because the story isn’t a production i’ve put on. we aren’t actors at the altar, we’re the stage assistants making out in the sound booth.

i could live a life in the shadows but not a lie in the light. a cross to bear but the cross i choose.

do you understand me a little better now?