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There are times when it will go so wrong that you will barely be alive, and times when you realise that being barel… https://t.co/yHdCbZ5LO8How do we come to be here next to each other in the night Where are the stars that show us to our love inevitable… https://t.co/JVZS62jlMnBe assured if you should ever do so cruel a thing as to leave me...I will shut myself up and never see the world mo… https://t.co/2ZmDmfQMrF
10/29
2020
This bed, on which I let my mouth wander, is still warm and crumpled by the length of her body. Pierre Louys, The Songs of BilitisHer eyes are pure stars, and her fingers, if they touch you, freeze you to the bone. Virginia Woolf, OrlandoI should kiss my ring And long with all my heart to see the girl who gave the ring to me Sarah Orne Jewett, Love and Friendship
10/28
2020
I will never be able to wash or peel any of this away. Nikky Finney, The Aureoletheir faces would merge into his and he would be the love you wept for them Saint Gavin Saint Ged S… https://t.co/eI6QMTV3RuShe was so boyish it was girlish, so girlish it was boyish, she made me want to rove the world writing our names on… https://t.co/UgJQQZkb2FI can hardly believe this I can hardly believe this life Every time I knock you let me in Hera Lindsay Bird,… https://t.co/TOTAYhvi7O
10/27
2020
Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life? Mary Oliver, Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches?I'm ashamed of how much water my body holds. I'm more ocean than girl but you'll take what you can get Allyson Ang, Wet DreamWe are lost we are lost we are lost we are lost we are lost we are lost we are lost we are lost we are lost weare… https://t.co/OIMKi5VYibThere is no such beast as too angry I’m a canary down this mine of apathy singing & singing my yelow throat on… https://t.co/sPYKWBI16R
10/26
2020
Whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb. Mary Oliver, Don't HesitateForget it not, nay; but got it not, for none could get it till now. Sappho, trans. Dante Gabriel Rossetti, One GirlIn america, I place my ring on your cock where it belongs. Essex Hemphill, American WeddingThis is what courage is. It’s not just living through the nightmare, it’s doing something with it afterward. It’s b… https://t.co/CDFPAV5Hvo
10/25
2020
To see you naked is to recall the Earth Federico García Lorca, Casida of the Recumbent Womani weep to o wet earth and my fingers where my fingers sing ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod Barbara Deming, NormaIt was the worst of times, it was the worst of times. Ali Smith, Autumnyou had me chasing you, the world’s worst lover, over and over hoping for a mirror, a whisper, insight. Br… https://t.co/HP0pACYWik
10/24
2020
Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. Mary Oliver, Sometimesoh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love yo… https://t.co/B1RrSuCdPcThe only recognition I can find in their eyes is that I am 'other.' I am different. I will always be different. I w… https://t.co/7ek0o1FzLGMy thoughts about you are not exactly forbidden, but exalted because they are useless, not intended t… https://t.co/85wCn10HH4
10/23
2020
Yes, our entire bodies saw each other Yes, it was beginning in each Yes, it threw waves across our lives Mu… https://t.co/rFPabe9mytBe assured if you should ever do so cruel a thing as to leave me...I will shut myself up and never see the world mo… https://t.co/Qjc6vX2Sjlsometimes, I just want to ride you into the sunset like in the movies. is that too much to ask? Allyson Ang, Wet DreamAnd yes, I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars. Richard Siken, Saying Your Names
10/22
2020
I kissed her and forgot death. Jeanette Winterson, The Stone GodsDamn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this. Vita Sackvill… https://t.co/ut3l6g746VIn a strange house, a strange bed in a strange town, a very strange me is waiting for you. James Baldwin, Munich, Winter 1973You're more than just neither, honey. There's other ways to be than either-or. It's not so simple. Otherwise there… https://t.co/mBbrIgMZiG
10/21
2020
i lust after an unsavory lesbian she blows away my lackluster day leads me in a lambada, lights lantern betwe… https://t.co/j8kX4I2LrzI stop my hand midair. If I touch her there everything about me will be true. Nikky Finney, The AureoleMo: Ginger, how can you think about sex at a time like this? Madmen are about to destroy the earth! Ginger: Can y… https://t.co/E5xPskzp4jTwo or three times in my life I discovered love. Each time it seemed to solve everything. Each time it solved a… https://t.co/AsMxIbxET1
10/20
2020
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone—and then, to actually forget—can feel, at times, like the slaughte… https://t.co/70w2ARsN7Li wonder why he wants to make me fatter and shrink himself, what am i ingesting that is just his digestio… https://t.co/ios2DJ07kkShe was so boyish it was girlish, so girlish it was boyish, she made me want to rove the world writing our names on… https://t.co/Lj5QhRIjCjFalling in love is glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heart like a tiger ready to kill; a flame's fierce lic… https://t.co/8GN2lqetT3
10/19
2020
It was a finger that inched forward— then a hand fully clasped—fingers interlaced. Then a kiss. A blush. We wer… https://t.co/HUwFXWo1LUInto my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in. I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routi… https://t.co/wlSeJObRhLWhen her breath came now upon my mouth, it came very cold. My mouth was wet, from hers. I said, in a whisper, 'Do y… https://t.co/8uiON5Ux9LI miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just… https://t.co/1NXsybMq9b
10/18
2020
There are so many things I'm not allowed to tell you. I touch myself, I dream. Wearing your clothes or standing… https://t.co/WH6J8VLi9Ssmiling your immortal smile you asked, What ailed me now that made me call you again? Sappho, trans. Mary BarnardWe will be free to live our lives in our own way - free to love each other away from the people who can't understan… https://t.co/d00M6AsN28everyone drags all their past lovers into bed all their past beds & public toilets sam sax, I want so desp… https://t.co/stwTd1EHdW
10/17
2020
Anything seemed possible – the world was not only doable, conquerable, but lovable: it showed its weaknesses and yo… https://t.co/F7HRwXLwoOWho was I now—woman or man? That question could never be answered as long as those were the only choices; it could… https://t.co/2q13knrleaBut the more I think it, the more I want her, the more my desire rises and swells. Sarah Waters, FingersmithI miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just… https://t.co/bQTk0ouebB
10/16
2020
Why did life put so much inside a woman and then keep her confined to smallness? Carolina De Robertis, CantorasYet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard. Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a f… https://t.co/uOyf5WBVAgI felt real when I asked for help, when I failed, when I was myself. I did not want to become a real man, I realize… https://t.co/1zFMsIV6hlWho was I now—woman or man? That question could never be answered as long as those were the only choices; it could… https://t.co/z7BSQoL58h
10/15
2020
It's like being the Monet of blow jobs...................and losing your boyfriend to the Toulouse-Lautrec of blo… https://t.co/JQ23kyeYkAIt might be possible that the world itself is without meaning. Virigina Woolf, Mrs DallowayHer eyes are pure stars, and her fingers, if they touch you, freeze you to the bone. Virginia Woolf, Orlandowhen the sun rises we are afraid it might not remain when the sun sets we are afraid it might not rise in the… https://t.co/nTrdopB1lR
10/14
2020
All responses are womanly because they are mine. I have only myself to please, and it pleases me to love her.… https://t.co/YV6HKO2hbHSometimes we are blessed with being able to choose the time, and the arena, and the manner of our revolution, b… https://t.co/EgSpTpN9PYAnd whether it was pity, or their beauty, or that she was older, or some accident-like a faint scent, or a violin n… https://t.co/9fsJrKzMrnI love you - too much? Not quite possible James Schuyler, Poem
10/13
2020
I bid you, Abanthis, take up the lyre and sing of Gongyla as again desire floats around you the beautiful.… https://t.co/Khzcd4AzeqReal love amounts to withholding the truth, even when you're offered the perfect opportunity to hurt someone's feel… https://t.co/5HrwW0byLZIt was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all… https://t.co/2M93ia8y0BThis moment my whole trajectory’s toward you, and it’s not losing momentum. Call it anything we want. Marilyn Hacker, On Marriage
10/12
2020
You go to an amusement park, and there's a tunnel of love, and pictures of straights painted on the front, and grin… https://t.co/eYWhbhCQPFIt was early fall. You rowed me around the pond in your ancient boat. Tart apples lay in a bag with the chee… https://t.co/XKUQ9esovJi told dad i’m queer. he said he really wanted grandchildren. once, i really wanted a father. Anita Jeffries, my miracle nowI remember how being young and Black and gay and lonely felt. A lot of it was fine, feeling I had the truth and the… https://t.co/gM5Eihq8a3
10/11
2020
Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice? Virigina Woolf, OrlandoSome kind of music was too private to sing in a house cram fall of people. It was funny, too, how lonesome a person… https://t.co/WM0jFCbRx9You can make your time together anything but dirty, you can give each other something which will make both of you b… https://t.co/9EkWw9PUXXMy thoughts about you are not exactly forbidden, but exalted because they are useless, not intended t… https://t.co/2QOFgp2pxc
10/10
2020
Purple? Boy, what kind of a homosexual are you, anyway? That's not purple, Mary, that color up there is mauve. T… https://t.co/0oU9dqekrRLet’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other. Richard Siken, Detail of the FireThe question now is, will my feelings for you be changed? I've lived in you all these months—coming out, what are y… https://t.co/OnGfnEVsklSometimes, you recognize truth because it destroys you for a bit. Akwaeke Emezi, Freshwater
10/9
2020
I’ll awaken some morning just loving you frightfully much in some quite new way and I may not have sufficiently rub… https://t.co/zLswHT77JR& what would you say, octopus? that you live knowing nobody can touch you more than you… https://t.co/umGhaNVNfHCarol was like a secret spreading through her. Patricia Highsmith, The Price of SaltI think it's okay to admit the people you love are better than you I wouldn't date anyone who wasn't imagine da… https://t.co/jyVwztv4Jt
10/8
2020
It did not feel like art. It did not feel like a hundred miles through the desert repenting. It did not feel li… https://t.co/L6D7Ti52ICThere was no other love that could compare with the love of woman for woman. Lilyan Brock, Queer PatternsLater on I published these poems as Sappho’s Boat to make damn sure everyone knew what I meant. Eileen Myles, InfernoI've been going to the library, looking up our history. There's a ton of it in anthropology books, a ton of it, Rut… https://t.co/erwYrEregf
10/7
2020
Fucking leaves everything as it is. Fucking may in no way interfere with the actual use of language. For it cannot… https://t.co/CezF4fnFn6To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves. Federico Garcí… https://t.co/VJfQziydKGWe’ve kissed all weekend; we want to drive the hundred miles and try it again. Joan Larkin, WantReal love amounts to withholding the truth, even when you're offered the perfect opportunity to hurt someone's feel… https://t.co/IS3RPHZlQI
10/6
2020
Ode to my lover's left hand is an ode to her voice in the shower, an ode to the unlocking of our thought-to-be-… https://t.co/Ii25di3ZbOFor she was the only one, of all of them, to have spared me a pleasant word; and suddenly I longed for time to pass… https://t.co/c1dG4K1jqcReal love amounts to withholding the truth, even when you're offered the perfect opportunity to hurt someone's feel… https://t.co/cCjrGU9jTitheory we've confused happiness with someone being able to say our name to us theory half the people he… https://t.co/oPj2I90kml
10/5
2020
The men are bad, and the girls.......................are worse bad Hera Lindsay Bird, BisexualityMake a fist. They say your fist is roughly the size of your heart. I’m looking for the well-hung woman.… https://t.co/6a6Oz9dp7h
10/4
2020

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