[iamgifs]

[raysofthesun]

[hirxeth]

[hannahaspen]

North Cascades, WA

© Hannah Aspen

[recaption]

[mortalpractice]

i am always begging my body not to be so broken but my body just laughs because it knows who started this war.

Fortesa Latifi, from “body part II,” We Were Young (via mortalpractice)

[makeuphall]

[timbllr]

[wolkenleere]

I get jealous because I know how easily replaceable I am. I know I'm no one special.

[phloa]

[haleyincarnate]

Excerpt from “The Iliad” by Homer

[okay]

[5000letters]

“In 1986 Grandma was worried I wasn’t settling down. So I told her I was having a relationship—with a woman. “I am settling down, in my own way.” And the sunlight settled on the dust on the mantlepiece and the cat settled in Grandma’s lap and Grandma said there were two nurses boarding in her mother’s house in Yorkshire in 1916. And Grandma said she was in love with one of them. 70 years later, she still remembered waiting at the bottom of the boarding-house stairs to blush and smile hello at the funny, dark-eyed nurse she loved. Love between women? Unforgettable.”

— Eleni Prineas, in Finding the Lesbians: Personal Accounts from Around the World (via oikabooks)

[bled]

[neckkiss]

[coltre]

[573p5]