#lesbianlonging

[cyberdyker]

I am more than willing to be your loser dyke butch house husband who stays home and waits for you to come home and kiss me with your pretty lipstick

[lockedawaythoughts]

i’m losing my sanity without you,

you’re the only one who makes me feel whole.

in your absence, i unravel,

slipping back into the void of my worst habits.

i’m spiralling towards numbness again,

unable to bear the weight of this reality.

I need you like the earth needs the sun;

without you, I am empty, dull, lifeless.

you are my light, my warmth, my reason;

the force that keeps me going.

but even the earth can only survive

so long without the sun.

and so I wait,

always waiting

my sweetheart,

for you to reunite with me once again.

[aletheia-uncovering]

SOLACE is the art of asking the beautiful question, of ourselves, of our world or of one another, in fiercely difficult and un-beautiful moments. Solace is what we must look for when the mind cannot bear the pain, the loss or the suffering that eventually touches every life and every endeavor; when longing does not come to fruition in a form we can recognize, when people we know and love disappear, when hope must take a different form than the one we have shaped for it

David Whyte, Consolations: The Solace, Nourishment and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words

[lockedawaythoughts]

and when i’m 6 feet under

and the bugs start to eat my brain

they’ll know your name.

[notforopenmic]

Never Gonna Have It?

[echoledger]

Was That the Real Virus?

You said my laptop had a virus. Said you’d help me get rid of it.

You swung by, all nonchalant—jacket half-off, that crooked smirk on your face.

But let’s be honest, Elena.

You weren’t there to fix my computer.

You wanted to see me.

You wanted to touch something, didn’t you?

Anything.

The air between us was thick. One brush of your fingers on the trackpad and I forgot what we were even talking about.

You stood behind me.

Too close.

Breath hot on my neck.

And still... you didn’t pull me in.

Did I want you to?

Would I have made out with you, right there on my couch?

I guess we’ll never know.

But sometimes…

I imagine what would’ve happened if I’d turned around.