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khwxbeeda · 4 months

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two days ago, if someone had inquired about my favourite colour, I would have answered sea blue without even thinking about it.

yesterday, however, when my sister asked me, "tai, what's your favourite colour?" i immediately said, "purple."

specifically, royal purple.

i did not say that two days ago you had playfully swiped royal purple paint on my cheek when we were painting the banner for the college fest, mischief lighting up your pretty face. i did not say that i had retaliated, and that both of us had ended up on the floor in a fetal position, stomachs aching with laughter and tears running down our purple-stained faces.

i did not say that you looked celestial, with a smudge of that brilliant colour right on the edge of your bottom lip and cheek covered in three streaks of purple by my hand. i did not say that the way you smiled at me— brown eyes bright, brown hair matted with purple paint and pink lips pulled back to show slightly crooked white teeth— had my heart jumping from my chest to my throat. i did not say that i imagined cupping your cheeks with my purple hands and pulling you into a kiss, soft and gentle and loving.

i entirely avoided explaining to my curious little sister why my favourite colour had changed overnight.

but if anyone asks, my favourite colour is purple.

specifically, royal purple.

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Tag list: @musaafir-hun-yaaron @orgasming-caterpillar @yehsahihai @hum-suffer @h0bg0blin-meat @mad-who-ra @kanha-sakhi

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prettybambifemme · 1 month

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Love.

Love is such an oh, so simple word - written only in 4 letters and applied so casually in ones daily life; love is a word one would use to describe their favorite movie, their favorite snack, or their favorite drink—but no. The word "love" holds so much more power and meaning to me. Love is what I use to describe the rapid beating of my heart as you grace my skin with your feather soft touch. The adrenaline that courses through my veins when you so much as steal a glance at me. The little smiles exchanged between us when we catch each other's eye. The soft I love you's and giggling that fill the otherwise quiet darkness as we lay closely side by side gently caressing eachother. Love is intoxicating, love is tender, love is the feeling of drowning in a sea of roses and champagne. Love is home; and home is in your arms.

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weaponizedtit · 8 months

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I'm feeling alive again. I tell everybody that all I ever want is anything money could buy. Money and its power are what I will use to decorate the walls of my castle– the mask needed to cover the shame and the terrors of the girl living inside.

The girl inside the shell has only a softness that no material power could satisfy. She only wants what she fears the most. She only wants to see her lover's smile of delight lighting up the room every morning. Weak? Possibly. But I feel alive every time I taste it. Hoping the gods will let me have it forever. I deserve it, don’t I?

Let the cracks run through the walls so it can light up my tomb.

#lesbian poet #wlw yearning #wlw love #sapphic yearning #lesbian prose #lesbian yearning #navindaki #writing #words #dark prose #dark romance #lesbian writer

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sithprincex · 1 year

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4:16pm (seeker)

I am invisible

but that does not stop the world

from scrutinising and judging and laughing

at the fact that I have a larger body than them

and I walk with a cane that matches me

I am invisible

to magazines, media, and lesbians

I'm not their ideal

I've never been anyone's beach body model

I've kept myself in the dark for too long

to call myself a proud fatty at times

I am invisible

because the world looks at me with judging eyes

and not the softness i deserve and am worthy of

and then she found me

and it was like I was made of stardust and oxygen

giving life into a world I didn't know I was apart of

I was invisible

until I opened my eyes

and hers stared right back

taking in every inch of my flawed form

every scar, silver hair, asymmetrical abnormality

and something about the way she admires me

took a hold of my soul by the roots

I'm not invisible.

Not anymore.

#shut up luna #poetry and prose #my writing #lesbian poetry #wlw poetry #lesbian prose #sapphic poetry #sapphic poem #wlw poem #fat body positivity #fat beauty #plus size positivity #plus size poetry #okay so i am having big feelings today so #i decided to write them out #and i am mentioning here that my gf did not fix me #but she sure is helpful in my every day reminders that i am beautiful #and worthy of everything skinny people are given freely #also i listened to motherboard by daft punk twice when i wrote this

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s-4pphics · 7 months

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make the bed. (e.w.)

“𝒜𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃.”

omggg my first writing challenge YIPPPEEEE shoutout to olivia rodrigo

ty to the post-pandemic prose and my babies @elliesbelle and @totheblood for pointers :D love yall down

wc;cw: 1.1K, just angst YAAAAY, internalized homophobia, ellies so sad :(, mentions of alcohol

“lf I liked girls,” you slurred, your lips brushing against the shell of Ellie’s ear, the pounding speakers synched with the squeezes in her chest, “I swear t’god… you’d be mine.”

Whenever you drunkenly murmur to her like this, Ellie wishes she didn’t hear you; She was shocked she could over the ruckus happening all around, rattling the bubble she created for the two of you. You always sounded so sure with your lies. They never fail to throw her into fight or flight mode. She tensed and her stomach churned in despair.

“Y’so perfect, Ellie. Love y’so… fuckin’ much. All mine.”

All she could do was nod and whirl you around with a pained smile before burying it into your clothed shoulder. You didn’t bat an eye; You were always the affectionate drunk.

But she wanted to scream. To cry and beg and ask — demand that you fall into her right where you stand. To love her the way she’s loved you since she showed you how to ride a bicycle in elementary school. She flinched at every delicate kiss you planted on her neck, her hands squeezing at your hips. She doesn’t know if she wants to push or pull you closer.

She knows. Her arms enclosed around your waist and you giggle into her skin.

This is exactly how you two should be. She’s envisioned it since middle school: completely infatuated and engulfed in each other, secluded off in your own little world filled with nothing but solace. Closeness. Affection and desire.

So why was she sick to her stomach at your scent? Lavender and sage no longer brought her the comfort that they used to in adolescence. She was being torn apart from the inside out, but she couldn’t scream.

She only listened, digested every drunk fallacy that you directed to her in secret. With no one watching. No one ever watched. No one could know. That was your only rule when she climbed through your window months prior. Please just keep it between us, you’d whispered before leaning in to kiss her.

At least Ellie could imagine that this was real as she held you tight: recreate the same image in her mind over and over. The two of you are together and happy to be in love with no selfishness or regrets in her mind. All she had to do was close her eyes, and you were all hers, just like you said. She’s so, so in love with you.

But you didn’t want her. You never did.

She’s instantly reminded of that day a few months ago. The memory feels like a ghost over her shoulder; Maybe that’s why she’s constantly peeking over it, picking at it with her nails.

The two of you often reserved study rooms during exam season for review, but you had other plans. You were exactly where you were supposed to be — room 213 — but you weren’t by yourself.

You — beautiful, as always — brought… friends. Friends that Ellie knew, that you knew, didn’t like her. She never actually talked to them, but she always felt… off. She was instantly riddled with anxiety, the books that she checked out ten minutes ago almost hitting the floor as her arms weakened. Sweat pebbled on her forehead as she stood and watched everyone stare at her.

Why did it look like they were all laughing? She couldn’t hear any chuckles, but there was laughter. Someone’s laughing at her. Do they know? You have to know, but do they know about the two of you? About how Ellie feels—

Ellie? you’d called.

… Mhm? she recalls almost fainting.

Your eyes were confused; You knew something was off, and it made her even more nervous.

Sit down, honey. Come meet everyone. You made sure to massage her knee under the table; It always soothed her.

The introductions were surprisingly smooth. Ellie never expected your friends to be so polite considering how rowdy they seemed outside of class. She was pleasantly surprised and put at ease. Until the end of your study session.

Everyone was packing their bags and cracking jokes. Ellie even got a couple laughs out of some of them during the quiet few hours.

Ellie wasn’t sure what came over her, but she eased closer to you, still gathering your books. She relaxed at your scent. When you turned to face her with that gentle smile, her mouth moved on autopilot.

I missed you so much. You never hit me back last night.

Maybe it was the way Ellie said it. She shouldn’t have looked into your eyes the way she did, whispered to you like that, said she missed you with so much devotion. But she did, and she wished she didn’t.

Your smile turned to worry instantaneously, and Ellie’s heart plummeted when your head whipped around the room to check if anyone heard before turning back to her. No one cared.

Ellie felt like she’d been stabbed. It happened so quickly; she probably would’ve missed it if she blinked. Her nails dug into the hardcover of her books, tears jerking in her eyes before she tossed a stiff see you guys later over her shoulder and rushed out the room. You tried to grab her arm, but she shoved you off. She had to fight her instincts so she wouldn’t turn around and apologize for being too rough.

She got back to her dorm and… trashed it while she cried. Disgust and anger flooded her system while she threw her clothes, her trinkets, the photo of you, Ellie, and her mother at your shared high school graduation across the room (she only sobbed harder when she noticed it cracked when it hit the floor). The emotions that rushed through her weren’t even for you, but for herself. Ellie’s own hope destroyed her, and she only has herself to blame.

She should’ve known at the time to never speak to you again, but she loved you. She loves you. Every fiber, every cell of her being lived to see you at your happiest; It’s tortuous how you expose the darkest parts that she wished to keep hidden until the end of time. She hasn’t felt like this since she was a teenager.

And yet, she still swayed you. Kept you close so she could breathe you in. This is the most you allow, at least: physical touch. She knew better than to allow you to mistreat her, but she couldn’t leave you. You both danced until your legs burned, and you fell into her bed the same night.

She forced herself to lay in the massacred mattress that she’d tried to keep made since she was a kid. The least you could do was fluff the pillow you slept on every night.

#ellie williams #ellie williams angst #ellie williams au #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x f!reader #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #ellie williams tlou #lesbian #works 𖧧࣪#post-pandemic prose

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chadlesbianjasontodd · 2 months

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[translation] "Pear Blossom" by Yoshiya Nobuko

Although the fiction of "Japan's first lesbian author" Yoshiya Nobuko was (and remains) hugely popular, of her entire body of work only one short story has ever been published in English translation, and no (other) fan translations appear to exist --- despite the enormous influence of her work on the predominant aesthetics and themes of shoujo manga. The beautiful flowery style and melodrama so famously attached to shoujo manga are thanks in large part to Yoshiya, and I'm very happy to be able to share one of her stories with you now!

"Pear Blossom" is a sparse and vivid short story from Yoshiya's early collection Hanamonogatari ("Flower tales"), a book noted for its use of beautiful imagery and its emphasis on the importance of romantic relationships between girls.

Read it here!

(nota bene, "Pear Blossom" is in the style of romantic, 'narcissistic' girlhood tragedy for which Yoshiya is most famous; approach accordingly. I've also included a page of notes on Yoshiya and her early lesbian fiction.)

#yoshiya nobuko #yuri #lesbian #translation #shoujo manga #(not that this is manga. sorry. prose-with-some-poetry only.)#this is a rather short story but please imagine me emerging absolutely covered in blood from fighting with it #trying to wrangle the lushness of yoshiya's writing style AND the subtleties she squeezed into such a pared-down story. into english #there's something about the flavor of yoshiya nobuko's writing that is just perfect to me. something about the luxurious description #and the fragmented force of phrases linked by punctuation gaps......i don't know! it's just wonderful!#i feel like i don't really know how to post things so they'll actually catch eyes anymore #just take my word for it that you DESPERATELY want to read yoshiya nobuko

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reachingperihelion · 6 months

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the earth wrote stories of you.

your hand in mine, our lips together, my hands on your waist, sliding down your thighs in reverent awe, breath passing between us full of love and lust and hope and forever.

you were written for me, and i'll hold you tightly in gratitude.

#poetry #prose poetry #prose #poem #spilled prose #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #inkstay #poetry on tumblr #prose on tumblr #love poems #love #poems about love #short poems #short poetry #abstract love #lesbian

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twinnedpeaks · 2 years

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anthem for the modern lesbian by salem m. s.

kofi

#yall BETTER appreciate this one im losing all motivation to post #poetry #words #writing #art #lesbianism #writer #poet #books #literature #prose

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poemsonmars · 2 years

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i thought that the poets

were just being dramatic

like they so often tend to do

until i met you, my love.

until i met you.

-mars

#10/16/22 #the ones about love #mars.poetry #love poem #original poetry #my poetry #spoken word #lgbt poetry #wlw poetry #lesbian poetry #sapphic poetry #bisexual poetry #nonbinary poetry #trans poetry #poetry and prose #short poem #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #button poetry

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khwxbeeda · 4 months

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Cursed Fruit

For you I'd bite into that cursed fruit.

For you, I'd stare straight into the endless black void of the Unseen Deathless One's eyes and crush the seeds between my molars: once, twice, thrice.

For you, I'd let the sweet tart juice of the pomegranate slide down my throat and trickle down my chin; I'd let it stain me inside and out— the way you have stained me inside and out with your hands and tongue and words, with your love.

My breath is yours to take away, my lips are yours to kiss, as marked by that red, red juice that bursts from the seeds of Death's realm and runs down my throat and coats my lips to trickle down to my chin.

In Life and in Death I am yours, yours, yours.

Yours to do with as you please.

Ask for my love, and I will lay kisses on your lips and your cheeks and your eyelids and your forehead with those same stained lips (you are mine just as much as I am yours). Ask for my loyalty, and I will stand with you, sword raised and your name echoing in my throat like a warcry (people call for their god and I call for mine). Ask for my heart, and I shall rip it out of my ribcage with my bare hands and lay it at your feet (you could ask to be the ruler of the gods and I would find a way).

My love is yours, my loyalty is yours, my heart is yours.

Let the juice of the cursed fruit mark me, let the world see and know, let the colour sink into my skin and flesh and stay there for eternity, till even the Deathless Ones are but a distant memory swallowed up by the passage of time. Let the juice of the cursed fruit claim me in your name.

In Life and in Death, I am yours, yours, yours.

Yours to do with as you please.

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Tag list: @patriphagy @orgasming-caterpillar @yehsahihai @musaafir-hun-yaaron @hum-suffer @h0bg0blin-meat @kanha-sakhi

#amrut writes #love prose #lesbian prose #original lyrics #lyric writing #original poetry #original writing #original prose #greek mythology #pomegranate #pomegranate seeds #lesbian love #love poems #love songs #original poem #dark academia #dark academic aesthetic #dark academia aesthetic

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prettybambifemme · 2 months

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I give you my heart to write upon with a golden quill.

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weaponizedtit · 9 months

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I’m attracted to safety. Coming home to the most beautiful person you've ever seen and you know however bad everything outside maybe, your person will be there to support you, no matter what. You know your feelings are safe as you lay your head on her lap. She listens to your vents and your sighs, all the while holding you gently in her soft, warm arms, stroking your hair. And you get to protect her just the same. There is no judgement, there is no danger, there is only love. Safety. That’s all I want. The romance of safety in my lover's arms.

#wlw yearning #wlw love #lesbian poetry #sapphic yearning #navindaki #lesbian yearning #romantic academia #spilled ink #literature #prose poetry #poetic prose

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lavenderviolin · 2 years

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I would give anything -

Anything at all -

To have her look at me like that;

To feel her pressed up against me,

To breathe her in as if I’m drowning,

Gasping for air.

I want to tell her I love her,

Then put my mouth against her neck

And show her what that love feels like;

Proving it to her.

She means the world to me,

And I would give the world to have her.

I would die today,

If it meant I could die in her arms.

Her lips against mine,

Saying she loves me

As it all fades away.

~LV

#original poetry #lesbian poetry #sapphic poetry #wlw poetry #lgbtq #sapphic poem #wlw poem #lesbian poem #lesbian #wlw #sapphic #prose #queer #gay #poetic #poetry #poem #love poem #love poetry

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bibiana112 · 6 months

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The way how in We Know the Devil the couple you choose to go with always finishes the ending by pretty much confirming the worse insecurities of the girl who got excluded, Venus and Jupiter still keep trying so hard to remain good kids that they can't even hear Neptune anymore, Venus and Neptune hold hands without any effort without even trying like Jupiter did so hard in the only way she could bring herself to, Jupiter and Neptune look at each other the way they can't ever look at Venus

Just... the way that in the blue ending when the narration is from Venus + Jupiter's pov and they say they "won't let her stain" them referring to being "stained" with her "impure" but valid feelings, with her rage at being treated so poorly by those around them, they won't let those thoughts in because they want to be the good kids out of the bad ones and Neptune never did and even when she talks to them afterwards nothing she says will ever get through to them again. They chose to stay clean. The way the achievement for the blue ending is called "Lukewarm, I spit you out" and is the only one named after a Bible verse, and it's one about how spiritually "hot" people are active in their faith and spiritually "cold" people "can still be strongly influenced" but someone like Neptune who knows just enough to intentionally reject the word of god is the kind of person that "deserves" to be "spit out" like a lukewarm drink

The way that in the red ending when the narration is from Neptune + Venus pov they say they chose to be distant from her that they affirm time and again they had no idea she could possibly be going through so much turmoil that she'd turn out to be it, this sudden storm, and it's not because they were upset at her they at the end of the day just don't understand, they want to, because how could she possibly have had all those feelings deep inside her? They're safe from her storm, it does not break over them, in that moment together they no longer share in all that turmoil from Jupiter's at all. Their view of her may not be admiration but it's still so unreachable and unfathomable and distant from her true feelings and that way she'll forever stay. The way the achievement for the red ending is "No prince for the princesses" and Jupiter is the designated "tomboy" out of the three of them, how she's the one trying the hardest to keep this strong front and always do the right thing and help the other two but "always messes it up" in fundamentally misunderstanding what they needed in the end they didn't even need her to be all that for them because they needed each other and not her

The way that in the yellow ending when the narration is from Neptune + Jupiter pov they say they chose to hide their faces that they're the only ones to escape Venus' light because they do not see her the same way she sees herself, "he's" a poor unfortunate friend of theirs that they'll feel guilty for having to fight against but that simply wouldn't ever fit into this new freedom they found for themselves in each other, they can see their light their way out of this camp but Venus who wants so bad to see her light has it taken away from her with every time they stare into each other's eyes a bit too long, everytime she's suddenly invisible even when physically close and looked directly at they still see right through her true self. The way the achievement for the yellow ending is called "Help me God, I'm in love" and how the lights always appear when the other two are acting close, how Jupiter accidentally falls with Venus to the ground but instantly helps her up and turns her attention entirely back to Neptune right away and how afraid Venus is during this whole thing she just wants them to allow her that moment of "weakness" to be herself with them while all they want is their way out and not have to deal with the devil at all, all she wants is to embrace it

#Did I boot up these endings to skim through a couple lines to know for sure I remembered them right? yes.#did I cry a single tear during the red ending? yes. me 🤝 jupiter – touchstarved lesbian moment #anyways this games prose is so fucking good and juicy and you can read and interpret it so much I love it #I'm not playing the true ending right now or I'll make myself more sad :D #wktd #we know the devil #jupiter wktd #neptune wktd #venus wktd

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heart-of-poetry · 6 months

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I crave a love that is soft, tender, gentle. I want the type of love that glows fiercely in the dark and never burns out. I want something that is effortless, fateful. I want a type of love that I’m not even sure exists.

#wlw #wlw yearning #literature #writing #webweaving #yearning #out of my collection #spilled prose #poetic prose #prose poetry #prose writing #original poems #poems and poetry #sapphic #lesbian yearning

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walking-metaphor · 5 days

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