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i found out the girl i like likes girls (just not me) after spotify stopped tracking for spotify wrapped but i'm probably still cooked

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A Dirty Shame (2004)

dir. John Waters

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i came out to my bff because i felt so miserable that the girl i like doesn't like me back

i hope she replies soon why do we have different timezones :(

first time coming out though so... small wins ig???

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what do you do if you can't stop having feelings for your long-time friend (crush for like a year 🤕) even after she said it would be weird for her to be in a wlw relationship...

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I WANT OUT— OUT OF THIS BODY, OUT OF THIS HORROR

lucy dacus // Introduction to the Body in Fairy Tales by Jeannine Hall Gailey // Cinderella II: Dreams Come True // orlando - virginia woolf // Of Woman Born: Motherhood as Experience and Institution, Adrienne Rich // Second Coming of Joan of Arc and Other Plays, Carolyn Gage // @charlotteagerillustration, this post // “eight bites” carmen maria machado // Deluge, Leila Chatti // Howl’s Moving Castle (2004) dir. Hayao Miyazaki // The unknown // orlando - virginia woolf

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i love being a girl 🌷🎀

spring 2023: still life

mitski (pink in the night), kathy beekman, nayirrah waheed, alejandra pizarnik, kim cogan, emily palermo, felix vallotton, tatheve, sylvia plath, leonardo cremonini, nicole krauss, anaïs nin, c. michael dudash, mitski (last words of a shooting star)

buy me a coffee

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but it has to be with her

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the beauty of sapphic love

unknown // Dodie she // Lyra Wren // Sappho // Henryk Siemiradzki // Leith Ross we'll never have sex // Blu & exile o heaven // unknown // Leith Ross (you) on my arm // Morgan Rogers honey girl // boygenius & ye vagabonds the parting glass // Cuno Amiet dancing bathers // Lilith Kerr unloving the knife // Jennifer Dugan some girls do // king princess 1950 // Sarah Waters tipping the velvet // Henry Caro-delvaille // Taylor Jenkins Reid the seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo // Sheridan Le Fan Carmilla // Olivia Gatwood the love as a cult // Sarah Waters tipping the velvet // Hans Makart // Mitski my love mine all mine // unknown

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to another year of yearning 🫀

00:00 - manifesting for a great year ahead 00:02 - yearning for the girl i have intense romantic feelings for happy new year, everyone! this 2024, we have an extra day to yearn ❤️‍🩹🤕 let's all be kinder to ourselves and one another!

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does anyone know how to stop the yearning and longing and lingering and the desire and obsession. please. please. please. please. please

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having so much love in your heart is beautiful and amazing right up until you’re alone in your bedroom clutching at your chest and whimpering like a wounded dog

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A web weaving of codependency plsss

'To death do us part' in the most literal sense

... I hope you weren't wanting something more romantic, aha. 'This is not a love poem' and all that.

Wolf Hall, Hilary Mantel | The Body, Stephen King | Iain S. Thomas | Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë | Crescendo, Becca Fitzpatrick | Kin, Maya Angelou | 2 Truths and a Lie, Angelea Lowes | The Love of the Wolf, Hélène Cixous | Beau Taplin | No Exit, Jean-Paul Sartre | The Sea, the Sea, Iris Murdoch

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Spooky Sanrio Friends Icons

Edited by me. Original post in source!

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Autobiography of a Wound, Brynne Rebele-Henry / X / Blythe Baird “If My Body Could Speak”

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William Stafford, “Assurance”

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i love this i relate to it a little Too Much

What's that poem about the cockroach and the moth where the cockroach is like "I wish I've ever wanted anything the way that moth wanted to burn itself up in that lantern" because we had to read that in high school and it still fucks me up to this day

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-Heidi Priebe, As Long As There Is Love, There Will Be Grief

[TEXT ID: The grief of time passing, of life moving on half-finished, of empty spaces that were once bursting with the laughter and energy of people we loved. As long as there is love there will be grief because grief is love's natural continuation. It shows up in the aisles of stores we once frequented, in the whiff of cologne we get two years after they've been gone. Grief is a giant neon sign, protruding through everything, pointing everywhere, broadcasting loudly, "LOVE WAS HERE". In the finer print, quietly, "LOVE STILL IS". END ID]