/“The Kiss” but gay, Evie Freel/ Eileen Myles, Peanut Butter/ Sappho, translated by Anne Carson/ The New Bracelet, Henryk Siemiradzki/ Radclyffe Hall, The Well of Loneliness/Orlando, Virginia Woolf/ Best Friends, Malcom T. Liepke/
salman toor / holly warburton
one day ❁
kinda miss sitting in restaurants with my friends loudly having what is clearly the weirdest conversation the couple two tables over has heard all week and pretending not to notice them chuckle at my jokes but making sure to throw in enough exposition to give them context if they’re still listening
Sue Zhao
Sue Zhao
when ben platt said
“i want your friends to be my friends
i’ll make you breakfast in your bed
i want it all with you
and if I'm coming on too strong
it's 'cause i've waited far too long
for someone just like you”
i felt that in the most sapphic way possible.
if we were lovers i would write you the sweetest had written notes, my tender words written in cursive with my favorite pen, you feel my longing and endearment through the ink on the paper, essential oils and perfume on the paper so you remember my scent, a tea bag from my favorite tea, some pressed flowers on the inside on the envelope, the envelope sealed with a kiss before being shipped off to you, my darling
"Enough Music" by Dorianne Laux.
my favourite thing ever is looking at notebooks of people who are long gone. it's just, something about seeing their handwriting, seeing a physical and intimate proof that they too existed and had ideas and thoughts and had so much to say and worry about, makes me feel like I am not wasting my time. and if they could go through it and live a life, I can too. to see their minds at work, story ideas, letters, poems, all in their handwriting... head in hands
i think there will always be a part of you in whatever art i create. your essence will be in every poem i scribble on the last few pages of my notebook, on every page i type out on a word document and with every few strokes of paint that i line onto a canvas.
i will carry you with me forever, immortalising you in artwork, because isn't that what love really is? art.