#celestialfemlock

[lesbianwives]

it gets better 🚀☄💫

[lesbianwives]

You learn several things that day. Step I: Start with a strip of paper, about 11 inches long. The first is that there is something painful about paper in your best friend’s hands. The way she bends and folds. Her fingers moving, delicate. The nearly inaudible crackle of a creased, college-ruled page. It makes you wistful. Step 2: Tie a knot in the end of your paper. Pull gently to tighten, then flatten it. The second is that you are clumsy. You haven’t always been so. In fact, you are usually quite graceful. So why the sudden tremor in your hands? Why the mess you’re making of your white paper strip, as complaint in your best friend’s hands as it is disobedient in yours? You know exactly why.   Step 3: Fold the end of the strip down and tuck it into the knot. The third thing you learn is that you loathe origami. It was a mistake to let her show you how, here in this room where there is nowhere for your feelings to run to. Those terrible radiant things. Those deathless hopes. You hate them, almost as much as origami. Step 4: Wrap the other end of the strip around and around this pentagon you have formed, creasing gently as you go. The fourth is that you are never going to make a lucky paper star. It is impossible. Your best friend is already finishing hers, pressing its angular edges until they become concave. Her lovely fingers. Your damaged star. These facts you cannot bear. Step 5: Keep wrapping until you get to the end of the strip. Tuck in the end. The fifth is that the universe is mocking you. Your fingers fumble with your paper strip, bending and creasing in all the wrong ways. You want to make this star, desperately, awfully. But you can’t. You don’t. The paper sits ruined in the palm of your hand. Step 6: Very gently and slowly use your fingernail to press on the center of each of its edges. A star should form. The sixth is that this is a metaphor. She can’t. She doesn’t. The paper sits ruined in the palm of your hand.

lucky paper star

[lesbianwives]

what is Maya made of?

in a few words: the dark, the tender, and the glittering. heart-rush and flame and river, forests at sunrise and dandelion seeds blown off, the gaze of the moon upon the face of this earth and seashells at low tide. she is those indigo wildflowers that bloom improbably below deathly desert sun and i am the nomad who weeps at her courage. this is not romantic. this is fact.

[lesbianwives]

soft thoughts about her

she has so many different kinds of smiles! there’s her private smile, her understanding smile, her pleased smile, her smirky :^) smile, and my fav...her Tender smile...the one that makes her look so warm and radiant she just stepped out of a renaissance painting

when she blushes her cheeks turn the same shade as a dusty pink carnation

she has such a Good Soul and treats everyone so kindly

holding her feels like finally reaching a place of total safety after years of suffering

when leaves get caught in her hair :))

her voice Does things 

with everyone else i have to be harder than i am, but not with her. i don’t have to posture or be ambivalent or pretend things don’t hurt or laugh when i don’t feel like it or suppress my enthusiasm for the tiny lovely things no one else seems to notice....with her i can be my truest self

when we make eye contact it’s almost too much

she complains about her handwriting but it is the most beautiful, unparalleled thing

she makes the smallest acts feel So Intimate

when we hold hands it feels like we were always supposed to

i adore everything about her body but in this indescribable way...like she is so heavenly-looking, so poetically formed....her neck and shoulders and nose and lips and hands are this geography that i never tire of, that i return to, stunned anew every single time

she lets me YELL and isn’t embarrassed by it 

 my heart turns to strawberry jam whenever i think about her

she has somehow become a metaphor for everything, woods and light and kissing and sky and paint and desire and breath and wholeness and home and wildflowers and mystery and longing and spring and spirit and expansion and daybreak and nightfall and open hands and rain and heart and love

when i met her i knew she was different, i knew she was a planet i wanted to orbit, i knew this one...this one is special

[interludebloom]

my brother's cat is the cutest

[lesbianwives]

We stand at a funeral, hand in hand, under a sky bleeding glorious light. The year is dying but we are here to remember. To celebrate and to cherish. To laugh and sob, reverently, as one. We stand circular around a cavernous well, and in this well, we place bouquets of memories. There is a door rattling off its hinges. Daffodils picked in a hurry. A boy, a girl, and two hands finding each other in the darkness of a cheap movie theater. There’s a dying woman telling her sister to read her favorite book to her one last time goddamn it. Two boys shucking off clothes and leaping into the ocean, shouting and gasping as the frigid waves lick their bug-bitten calves. A gun held to someone’s temple, ruthless. Desperate mouths meeting in a train station. An I Love You written on torn notebook paper and passed across the aisle. An endlessness of January snow. There are fists on jaws and pennies dropped into fountains and meals that taste of loss. Little girls standing hopefully in front of their mirrors, looking for evidence of approaching womanhood. Hangovers and weddings. The stunned pause after a kiss. Old men in baseball caps joking at diners. A boy stepping numbly into the path of a freight train. Things said at three in the morning and regretted long after. Snapped pencil lead. A scraped elbow. Soup on a misty night. Want. This is what we have left. When the earth turns, as it always does, this will be the past. When the earth turns, it will carry us into a new year and we will burn, hats in hand, for what was. But when the earth turns, all will be fresh and flagrant, naked and breath catching. All will be ours. We stand together between death and dawn. We wait.

between death and dawn (in memoriam)

[lesbianwives]

you celestialfemlockfemmike and decluce would make a nice family

!!!!!!!!!!! YES WE WOULD

[interludebloom]

spell out your URL in song titles and then tag 10 people. i was tagged by captainmarrvell ❤❤

f - feels like coming home // jetta e - elastic heart // sia m - moving on // kodaline m - mad world // gary jules i - i of the storm // of monsters and men k - kettering // the antlers e - emoticons // the wombats

i tag: piningfemlock, celestialfemlock, haydnoutbach, bafch, lapingouine and dragonflies-and-snowdrops