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happy halloween, sapphics 🩸
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you gave me the shirt off your back to remember you by
i keep it next to my pillow and fall asleep to your scent
you smell like good memories
like sweet, ripe mangoes
like slow burning incense
like the good parts of my childhood
you smell like home
i don’t suit being queer very well; i own it the way we own ourselves, the idea is mine but the physical is the ethers to keep. some femmes cut their middle fingers too short, and lock pinkies with their girlfriends; some wear elaborate hair clips to denote their sexual preference, and others still mimic bruce springsteen’s “born in the usa” album. “earring magic ken” becomes “barbie (now sold with detachable carabiner keychain)”. skirts don’t have belt loops and my nails are all the same length. i cannot be a honey version of myself to tell girls that i’m begging to be theirs, i just want them to be mine.
- @/julesced on instagram
everytime i see you im pulled a little deeper
i'm enveloped by your warm arms
they pull me into your chest until i melt into a puddle on your lap
“𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑡's 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛?”
~ Tyler Knott Gregson
“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”
— Melissa Cox
from one of my closest friend's debut poetry book, the container store, by juliana cedeño
The Container Store
the way an open window accustoms the outside air with the inside
the two fronts slowly get to know each other til they share a homogenous space
the way you crept into my life
blended into me
turned all my shades of blue into violets and lavender
Take it from the moon
There’s a light in being alone
So much beauty in the sorrows
So much beauty everyone stop
To look, to watch, to imagine
And even though tonight feels dark
There’s another phase tomorrow.
as our palms met and our fingers interlocked
i noticed your hands are a lot bigger then mine
mine have never been able to hold my heart
it would beat and leap out
so i'll give it to you to hold
I just love him.
It doesn't matter the grey or black
It doesn't matter the day
The one thing I want more than anything
Is to simply take his pain away
To love him better than anyone
No matter how much we fight
At the end of every night
I'll always be here
Because to my heart
Even though sometimes it breaks me
There is no one else in sight.
Imagine a world where homosexuality was still in the DSM but society had moved gradually toward some moderate acceptance of queer people, but only with the understanding that we are sick and that leading out our queer lives is medically necessary for us. in this paradigm, a person would have to get diagnosed with homosexuality by a psychiatrist in order to be permitted to have gay sex
this is basically the reality that trans people are living in right now. and that's for those of us that are lucky enough to live in a place where we *are* allowed to lead out trans lives once we get gender dysphoria written down in our medical charts
after you left my place, i laid nude in my bed and observed my body
it gave me some flashbacks but it made me realize
you have been here so long that you know the story behind every scar
my heart ached, scolding me for letting someone so close
but deep down it felt like it was right
i dab my wounded cuticles with acetone for you
the burns send shivers down my exposed spine
i watch the black stain the white of the cotton ball
and i cover it all up in pink
I love you when I read you. I love you when I dream of you, when I sigh for you in silence, when I pray for you every morning. I love you every time I think of you and smile. I love you every time I write what I feel for you. I love you by making you part of my life, and by keeping each story of your life as a treasure in my heart.
e.v.e. ( I love you without words)
pink wine
pink cheeks
pink skies
la vie en rose
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