post scriptum

i was once lost; some of the words that guided me home

[soracities]

“Between us / unsayable things / heavy as bone.”

— Natalie Wee, from ‘Let Us Be Fireflies’, Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines

[podencos]

I love cooking and being cooked for and cooking for and with someone I love

[just-shower-thoughts]

You know you’ve made it when you’re not murdered, you’re assassinated

[qpulm]

Sans Soleil (Chris Marker, 1983)

[musepdf]

spending alone time with myself is very therapeutic.

[rainbowdress]

do you ever see a really pretty girl and the gay just hits you

[seafleece]

okay this is the last i want to talk about this but i watched happiest season in a room full of gays and we spent the entire movie confused as to what we were supposed to want to happen, like. even in terms of framing and theme, it’s just gibberish.

like. everything is wrong with this movie. it plays a lesbian being hurt for over an hour like the situation makes it at least a little endearing and funny, she’s immediately reprimanded for talking to the only other gay person who obviously wants to help her AND whom harper outed to their school. there’s two women harper liked in the movie and she’s awful to both of them. i am so confused as to how we’re expected to come to the conclusion that a) this was a rom-com and not like. vague psychological horror and b) that harper and abby are good for each other or that harper is even really a person. this movie frames the lesbian experience exclusively around shame, fear, and pain, and instead of giving the two lesbians that were hurt any catharsis, abby ends up with the person that hurt both of them.

[f1andindycars]

i was genuinely feeling so bad and tired and kinda sick from having to wake up so early but watching lewis and seb on the podium has genuinely resurrected me i have been cured of everything i only feel emotional now

[moved-to-trackrivals-deactivate]

I am witnessing you making history.

[the2headedcalf-moved]

being in your early twenties is like [grocery shopping alone] [having instant noodles for dinner] [remembering random details about that one friend you haven't spoken to in five years] [feeling overwhelming guilt for every purchase that isn't strictly "necessary"] [having midday naps] [finding out through facebook that the girl who was mean to you in high school has a husband and a baby] [falling a little in love with every stranger on public transport] [pretending you're not afraid of being alone] [wondering when you'll feel like a fully realized person] [listening to bands you liked in middle school] [blinking and it's suddenly december] [failing to imagine yourself ten years from now] [feeling like you're running out of time]

[wordswillheal]

was I the only one expecting so much more from the storm championship rally? like I know it’s on zoom but idk 🤷🏻‍♀️ even just seeing everyone together on screen?

[woso11]

2020 CHAMPIONS

[rubyted]

today my best friend said “i’m so in love with you i feel like a little container of strawberries”

[nosowoso]

me: of course i watch for the basketball. no i dont watch for the small moments of personal relationship interactions or for pretty girls smiling or for big girls being tough. how dare you suggest such a thing? what do you think i am? a touch starved gay?

Me: of course I’m here for the basketball, it’s my favorite sport and I love talking strategy

Also me: fdgctcdtcdgcf did you see Alysha hug Sue???

[borderlinepdfeels]

[adayinthelesbianlife-deactivate]

The way women express love and desire is typically quieter. Take the shame we feel as a result of widespread homophobia and mix it with the shame all women have been made to have about our sexual desires, and you’ve got a shame casserole. So the way we communicate desire to other women is by staring at them silently, then walking away, ultimately never speaking. Glancing is our mating call.

- Céline Sciamma, writer and director of Portrait of a Lady on Fire

[iswearfealtytolexa]

MVP for funniest of the league

credit to @kriegsleroux on twitter