Lesbians and Asexuals
Asexual Lesbians
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

shark vs the universe
NASA
Sweet Seals For You, Always
will byers stan first human second
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One Nice Bug Per Day
The Stonewall Inn
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Love Begins
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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we're not kids anymore.
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Claire Keane

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Lesbians and Asexuals
Asexual Lesbians
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
-Robert Frost
Why do I keep dreaming of you?
Can I just eat you out on the couch while the rain hits the windows and netflix asks if we're still watching?
Wanda your HANDS 😩
“There will always be a person who looks like a poem the earth wrote to keep you alive.”
— Juansen Dizon
You do not have to look beautiful while walking down the streets. You do not have to look beautiful while eating. You do not have to look beautiful while talking. You do not have to look beautiful while laughing. While doing sports. While having sex. While singing. While dancing. You were not born to look beautiful, my love. You are here to enjoy, to feel, to live. There is no point in worrying what you look like when you are doing things you actually enjoy because that joy will be taken away by the fear of not looking good enough. Again, it is not your purpose to look beautiful, darling. Your purpose is to fall in love with life, to laugh until your belly hurts, to express your feelings, to sing from the top of your lungs, to dance as silly as you want to - without worrying about your appearance. For all that matters is that your soul is beautiful and happy.
It only took 27 years and counting to get this through my head. It’s a daily struggle but I’m finally getting better.
how do you deal with anxiety ?
i let it fuck me up then i go to bed
I need a longer weekend because I need more time to do nothing.
“Do you ever miss yourself? The person you were before you had your first heartbreak or before you got betrayed by a person you trusted?”
— Unknown
All the damn time.
“this reminds me of you” ok kiss me then
Make no mistake I do not NEED you, I want you.
it’s true...🥴