hi! you may call me rose. I'm a 22 years old brazilian lesbian femme. I created this blog to interact with the traditional witchcraft & butchfemme communities. I'll post about lesbianism, art, history and witchcraft mostly. 💘 I'm also a swiftie so I might post about it too.

please don't follow if you're a cishet man, terf, zionist...

Another Mother Tongue: Gay Words, Gay Worlds - Judy Grahn (1984)

Thinking about how much I adore butches and not just in a horny way but a genuine appreciation for gender nonconforming behaviors and attitudes towards womanhood!! Like I see a butch being comfortable and confident in themselves and it's impossible not to be proud of them for finding solstice in butchness, yaknow? I feel like on tumblr there's a lot of v horny and sexual posts about butches that kinda fetishizes their expression with aggression and violence that doesn't take into account how diverse the butch experience is! So many butches are soft and gentle lovers BECAUSE they are butch, not in spite of it. I just really love butches and I wish that I could express it in a better way.

Masculinity is so beautiful and precious. I love how masculine people carry themselves. There’s so much beauty and gentleness in masculine men. My stud may be tough but at the end of the day they’re just my cuddly bear. I’m anti all of the masc slander. masc presenting people are amazing and an important part of our community and they deserve love.

(this femme protects all mascs)

things that are enjoyable:

showers

things that are not enjoyable:

getting in the shower

getting out of the shower

Illustrations for Russian fairytales by Ivan Bilibin

chinese hanfu illustration by 官官an

Emily Dickinson // Virginia Woolf

if you’re not paying attention to trees and how they sway in the wind then what are you even doing

guys I went out with rainbow socks and four guys hit on me like what's not clicking here 😭 the socks were so obvious I was dressed in all black so like what's missing

📜 // spilled ink

I want to go back to my childhood room

Not in real life, not in imagination either

I want to dream of white and green walls, drawings of clowns that my dad painted and I want to see a fog surrounding me

I need to wear the school uniform again, carry the pink schoolbag again and play hide and seek in the bathroom again

I don't want to go back to this little girl, but I need to remember how she felt when she was calm, was I ever calm?

I feel like I have been angry my entire life

Was I angry because I wasn't pretty enough or didn't have enough friends or felt like there was always someone better than me, worthier than me? I'm still angry about all of those things

Still, I want to go back to that old room

Not because I have moved,

but because it once felt like I belonged here.

why don’t you read a poem about the sunrise written 5 centuries ago and contemplate the fact that we have been writing about the same sun for centuries upon centuries and then maybe you’ll calm down

I really want to live in this place someday

Saint Petersburg (1910s)

but why is it not acceptable to tell people I want that job because I need money to buy books and a new hair dye?????? like what am I supposed to say

october 18

“What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.”

— Franz Kafka