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[univcrsefactory]

dear straight girls: please stop calling yourselves and friends lesbians as a joke and posting photos of you kissing another girl on social media just because you think it’s “hot” and you’ll get more likes

sincerely, an actual lesbian

[smallepics]

Sexuality.    A morning haze lingered round my ankles Lending dew to morning grass, Not a nuisance, wrapping vines and tripping feet Rather, unspoken drops to brighten leaves,     Until mixed drink courage tips my lips Spent a night on gathering morning mist beneath my tongue And I let it go, into the dark To buzzing lights and invisible stars.

excerpt of Things that didn’t bother me this year // N.A

Published in FIFTEEN

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[acaedmic]

i made a voltron blog!!

it's @pcladins and it'll have voltron/atla/anime stuff on it

[vraimothra]

Pride and Positivity

[univcrsefactory]

happy pride month to all of you out there, whether you can join in the celebrations or not, i'm proud of who you are and how strong you are.

[univcrsefactory]

card game or board game lesbian? softball or water polo lesbian? jean jacket or wool cardigan lesbian? sweat pants or jeans lesbian? buffy or vampire diaries lesbian? shower or bath lesbian? eyeliner or eyeshadow lesbian? piercing or tattoo lesbian? plant or animal lesbian? baseball cap or bucket hat lesbian? lace or silk lesbian? cherry or strawberry lesbian? tv or book lesbian? gold or rose gold lesbian? museum date or theme park date lesbian? chocolate or hard candy lesbian?

[orphiclyre]

being a tall wlw has forced me to love height differences (bc most wlw i meet are shorter than i am) and i would like to thank all the short wlw for that

[femmelovely]

lover, this is a dead dog summer all brittle- too easily made sharp. i am one thousand, four hundred, & thirty three miles away from you & still- still i think of the knife of your smile & my lungs become a fire

i do not tell you about the pain settling low between the valley of my hips again i do not tell you about the coughing or the old ache in my spine or the blood, & still-

you treat me like i am half-broken already, half-lion & half-corpse, your voice all laughter & rich like honey you tell me i’m beautiful & for the first time i believe you.

nine pm. july sunset. i have the taste of bonfire on my tongue & you are in my mind again i pretend you & i are under the same stars & we are both hungry. i buy postcards & think of you, thinking i really wish you were here & still i cannot tell you the truth.

prayer to a brown-eyed girl | [x]