“Here’s to all the lesbians who’s arms cramped up, because she said “don’t stop.”
— (via welcome2karma)
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Bisexual Girls
As a femme lesbian who is attracted to femme women, I find myself dating bisexual girls all of the time. I used to think shit I need to find a lesbian because I’m scared bi girls will leave me for a man, but I’ve been coming to terms with the fact that maybe bisexual girls end up with men because lesbians are assholes to them. Because we are scared shitless of feeling less than because we don’t have a penis. They don’t feel like they’re a part of our community and in turn we throw all of the HOT and interesting women back into the pool with the sharks. So to all my bi girls out there, thank you for living your truth and not letting other people erase your relationship history or sexual preferences. And thank you for having sex with me.
Dudes will make eye contact with a woman and be like “she wants to fuck me!” Meanwhile lesbians will be like “so I’m married to this girl and every morning she writes me a poem and she took me to this secluded mountain lodge and made sweet love to me by candle light. Do you think she likes me?”
“My favourite thing in the whole world is when we’re lying close to each other while you’re holding me in your arms really tight and every now and then you start kissing me everywhere on my face with little kisses that tickles me on my skin and in my heart.”
— My midnight self
“I don’t miss you I miss the person you could have been I desperately longed for Hope in a body Other than my own Love in a mind Other than my own But my love was always waiting for yours My hope has left with you And your ‘could have been’ will never be”
— (a.e.) // wasted potential
‘Most people think that I was named for the state, but it’s not true, I was named for a battle ship. The U.S.S. Arizona. My grandfather was serving on the Arizona when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, and he saved nineteen men before he drowned. Pretty much everything my father did his whole life was about honoring that sacrifice. I was raised to be a good man in a storm. Raised to love my country. Love my family. Protect the things I love. When my father, Colonel Daniel Robbins of the United States Marine Corps, heard that I was a lesbian he said he only had one question. I was prepared for “How fast can you get the hell out of my house?” But instead, it was “Are you still who I raised you to be?” My father believes in country the way that you believe in God. And my father is not a man who bends, but he bent for me because I am his daughter. I’m a good man in a storm. I love your daughter. And I protect the things I love. Not that I need too, she doesn’t need it. She’s strong, and caring, and honorable. And she’s who you raised her to be.’
Dr Arizona Robbins
“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via coral)
I need a girl to come sit between my legs and watch this movie with me while I stick my hands up her shirt
My relationship with my followers
Me: ask me anything guys, nothing is off the limits.
Followers:
Me:
Followers:
Me: okay, I’ll just reblog some pictures.
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