#lesbian prose

[petrichormetanoia]

I sit with the memory of the girl I was at 8 Under the pine, hot asphalt burning my skin "Does it happen again?" she asks me "Yeah, but you survive it," I tell her And what a shame it is, that resigned look of determination I recognize in my own eyes

(This neighborhood is full of ghosts and they're all of me) from a book I may never write

[angelbambifemme]

Love.

Love is such an oh, so simple word - written only in 4 letters and applied so casually in ones daily life; love is a word one would use to describe their favorite movie, their favorite snack, or their favorite drink—but no. The word "love" holds so much more power and meaning to me. Love is what I use to describe the rapid beating of my heart as you grace my skin with your feather soft touch. The adrenaline that courses through my veins when you so much as steal a glance at me. The little smiles exchanged between us when we catch each other's eye. The soft I love you's and giggling that fill the otherwise quiet darkness as we lay closely side by side gently caressing eachother. Love is intoxicating, love is tender, love is the feeling of drowning in a sea of roses and champagne. Love is home; and home is in your arms.

[weaponizedtit]

I'm feeling alive again. I tell everybody that all I ever want is anything money could buy. Money and its power are what I will use to decorate the walls of my castle– the mask needed to cover the shame and the terrors of the girl living inside.

The girl inside the shell has only a softness that no material power could satisfy. She only wants what she fears the most. She only wants to see her lover's smile of delight lighting up the room every morning. Weak? Possibly. But I feel alive every time I taste it. Hoping the gods will let me have it forever. I deserve it, don’t I?

Let the cracks run through the walls so it can light up my tomb.

[allthecolorsofourlove]

so this is where i’ll lie, it seems. this is my cross to bear. this is the hole in my chest, this is the break across my spine, this is the part where i tell you i have been left wanting. (you know this part already.) this is where i tell you that these teeth are sinking into my neck, but they aren’t yours, so perfectly square, and this is where i tell you that i am bleeding now, but not by your hand. this is where i am nothing but ash and dust where i wish i was seafoam, the sand turning to silk under my body and your eyes. this is the part where i hold you for too long outside your car and where you hold my gaze in a church gym and where i think about telling you that i can’t do this, that you could never hold me back, that i am putting walls between the two of us because without them it’s nothing but floodgates and green and your mouth. it’s always your mouth, and your gentle fingers and your laugh in an empty room. it’s your smile and your tears of joy and your frustrated scoff and your shoes on my front carpet. this is where i turn to face you and feel the ache. this is the part where i love you still.

[knowndesert]

From a speech given by Frances Goldin at the 2010 conference “In Amerika They Call Us Dykes: Lesbian Lives in the 70s”

[rosesnink]

I had a dream

Author’s Notes: 

This isn’t some fanfic; this is prose of my own. 

English isn’t my first language, please forgive any typos/grammar mistakes 

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I had a dream last night.

The sun was going down.

There was this small breeze, running delicious chills over my body.

Though I could not see your face, I was happy to see you.

So I ran to you. And you caught me in your arms.

Strong, gentle arms.

Even without putting you a face, I knew I loved you.

My smile was wide, loving, peaceful.

You were so gentle,

Beautiful,

Perfect.

Dreamingly perfect.

I hardly remember what we talked about, me in your arms, you holding both of us, making sure I did not fall, that I laughed genuinely, that I was happy and safe. Then you teased me, throwing us to the water, giggling. You kissed me underwater, just like in those daydreams I must’ve whispered to you at night, resting on your shoulder while you drew those pleasant ghosts in my back that gave me those exquisite goosebumps.

Then, we were up again, soaked, giggling, and I didn’t chide you.

You kissed me, so beautifully, so passionately, so roughly, I could feel both of our desires.

And before the world I was about to wake up called to me, you lay me on the sands and kissed me with such passion, my entire body trembled. The loop between leaving you in my wildest dreams and going back to where I am now, you left a mark on me, a hope.

Wherever you are, I know in my heart I will find you, and I will finally put a face to you, and Gods, what a face that must be!

[but-thisismybody]

not to yearn but I want a girlfriend

and not just to say I have one, not a hookup, not a casual attraction

I want someone to love unconditionally, to be in love with, to be in love with me

to see herself spending her life with me

I want to fall asleep in her arms and wake up to her smile

to see the morning sun illuminate her sleepy face and almost cry at her radiance

I want to introduce her to my family and kiss her in public and go places with her arm around my waist or her hand interlaced with mine

I want her body pressed against me and her legs tangled with mine and her hands soft against my skin

I want her lips on mine and her mouth on my neck and her breath in my ear

I want the mundane and the magnificent

I want to bake and watch terrible television and go for drives with her

I want to travel and see the world with her at my side

I want morning texts and good-night FaceTimes and midday “I miss you” calls

I want someone who will support my dreams and I want to support hers, to say “that’s my girl” with beaming eyes and the proudest smile

I want her in sweatpants and I want her in satin, knowing she’s flawless in every way

and I know one day, she’ll come along

and I’ll be lucky enough to love her the way she deserves

but tonight, it’s 4:30 in the morning

and I’m watching infomercials with my dog asleep on my lap

soon the sun will rise

and I won’t awaken to her face;

I can only ache for her.

but for now, I will try to sleep

and hope she comes to me in my dreams.

[yikesguessimmakinganonlinediary]

pt 1 in text messages i will never send

hey if that doesn’t work out i’m like ,,

in love with you so uh hit me up

he keeps making you cry

i’d be a better boyfriend

(no tea no shade)