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homoromantic homosexual homoplatonic homoaesthetic lesbian mega dyke

[podencos]

[adampvrrish]

the inherent romance of going to a grocery store and goofing around with the person you love

[sleepyysapphicc-blog]

[sunbathe]

quietly working together on your own projects in the same room as a form of intimacy.

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

Source - “The Wild Good; Lesbian Photographs and Writing On Love” Edited by Beatrix Gates

[butchfemmeculture]

minnie bruce pratt + leslie feinberg

[ghostresidues]

HOT WOMEN IN YOUR AREA WANT TO HOLD ANCIENT GREEK RITUALS WITH YOU

[lesbiandomesticity]

we never run out of wood for our fireplace, i make sure of it. on the first night i light it, you come home from work with marshmallows and chocolate and graham crackers, insisting that we make smores together. we eat too many, giddy off of the sugar. when i kiss a drip of chocolate off of your jaw, you sigh and close your eyes. i am warmed from the inside out, and the fire has little to do with it.

[lesbiandomesticity]

i run your blankets and your favorite pajamas in the dryer when you work late on a cold winter night, i time the boiling water for the tea to the exact moment you pull into the driveway. when you come inside, i warm you up. you come home feeling worn out, and you fall asleep feeling well loved.

[sacredfemininegypsyheart-deacti]

[zinaida-serebriakova]

Reclining Nude with cherry mantle, 1934, Zinaida Serebriakova

[birdasaurus]

[femaleintimacy-deactivated20210]

[ambrosia-butch]

topping is honestly so amazing cuz like… the other person is making themself so vulnerable for you, and you get to watch them get all worked up and then come undone and?? that feels like such a gift to give someone??? anyone who accuses stone femmes or “pillow princesses” of not pulling their weight is a goddamn fool and is completely ignoring how fucking amazing it is to get to watch your partner orgasm for you

[hellanahmean]

@mai-morning-after

[lesbiandomesticity]

the year is coming to an end, and i can feel it. for the last few years, though, the passage of time hasn’t frightened or saddened me like it used to. the newness of our relationship has passed, but that only gives way to new new things to explore. we are growing older, but not apart. there is always a new page to turn in the story of our lives, and each one is better than the last.

[sunsetofdoom]

“We got real furniture. I mean, it was Salvation Army, but it was real. Our names were printed inside a heart on the dishtowel that hung on the refrigerator door handle. We got it made at Crystal Beach. It was a brave thing to do. But later we spilled loganberry juice on it, so we used it for dishes because we couldn’t bring ourselves to throw it out. And there were marigolds in amber glasses on the windowsill, daisies in a green cut-glass vase on the kitchen table, fresh mint and basil growing in a flower box on the porch. It was a home. I grew up in leaps and bounds. I learned to reduce the anxieties of life by paying bills on time, keeping receipts and promises, doing laundry before I ran out of underwear, picking up after myself. Most importantly, I learned to say I’m sorry. This relationship was too vital to let dust accumulate in its corners.”

— Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues

[femmelesbianmemes]