#queerlitedit

[acotars]

Read in 2023:

My whole life, this is what I’ve wanted. A best friend. Someone who gets me, who accepts me. Someone who fights like hell to get me to see that they love me. Someone who lets me love them back. Someone who’s so goddamn beautiful, she makes my toes curl. Someone who calls me on my bullshit. Someone who makes me laugh. Someone who makes me look at her like this and looks at me the same way. Someone who . . . who’s my home.

DELILAH GREEN DOESN'T CARE by Ashley Herring Blake ★★★

[wylanvnneck]

one last stop by casey mcquiston

she can’t believe jane had the nerve, the audacity, to become the one thing august can’t resist: a mystery.

[sitpwgs]

five star reads of 2022 → one last stop by casey mcquiston

nobody tells you how those nights that stand out in your memory—levee sunset nights, hurricane nights, first kiss nights, homesick sleepover nights, nights when you stood at your bedroom window and looked at the lilies one porch over and thought they would stand out, singular and crystallized, in your memory forever—they aren’t really anything. they’re everything, and they’re nothing. they make you who you are, and they happen at the same time a twenty-three-year-old a million miles away is warming up some leftovers, turning in early, switching off the lamp. they’re so easy to lose. you don’t learn until you’re older how to zoom out of that extreme proximity and make it fit into the bigger picture of your life.

[haniishu]

loveless, alice oseman. 

❝ Give your friendships the magic you would give a romance. Because they're just as important. Actually, for us, they're way more important. ❞

for @walkerrenee <3

[amyritter]

My infatuation with James transcended any notion of gender.

-IF WE WERE VILLAINS, M. L. RIO

[emmaharwoods]

julian’s hand fell to his lap. he looked out over the water again. the wind tugged at his jacket. he closed his eyes and grinned. below, the waves crashed. the moonlight painted him in shades of blue. his edges blurred like watercolors spilling outside of their lines.

cemetery boys — aiden thomas

[aaronstveit]

Maybe people who live in the Basin don’t realize how wrong it feels unless they leave. 

[aleds]

@queerlitnet event 02: quotes

in the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.