old grey hamster


How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. I have time. Please, devour me.

- Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima Mon Amour  (via petrichour)

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“Carajo,” Regina mutters under her breath, and then gives the family in the car next to them a big smile. Emma gives them all a thumbs up.

“Sometimes I forget you’re Latina,” Emma says as they’re pulling away.

“Really? I don’t.” Regina’s looking straight ahead, and the rest of the car ride is almost silent.


a million tiny little things by foxbones







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#Do you ever just cry because of Gabrielle’s character arc? #She started out so naïve and wide-eyed saying that she wanted to grow up to be just like Xena #and while her admiration for Xena never diminished her understanding of what it meant to be Xena—to be #a warrior like her—matured #The more Gabrielle traveled the more she saw the more she fought the more she realized #that Xena’s heroism was not without a price: #fighting changed things; #killing changed everything; #and living on the battlefront sometimes necessitated terrible impossible choices #After a while the prospect of giving up so many of her original ideals scared Gabrielle so she ran away— #tried to give up the fighting and killing; tried to walk a path of love and peace #But then there was always Xena—Xena who Gabrielle couldn’t forsake even if she wanted to forsake #the path that following Xena had set her on #Gabrielle couldn’t leave Xena’s side even though she knew that anyone who traveled with Xena had to fight #It came down to another impossible choice so Gabrielle chose Xena and never looked back #It was following that path—which Gabrielle called friendship—which led to the fulfillment of Gabrielle’s #original wish: that she grow up to be just like Xena; to be a warrior like her #Year after year season after season Gabrielle gave up more and more and increasingly became a warrior #That’s why the end of the show is so haunting: #Gabrielle gets exactly what she wanted from the start but ultimately it isn’t what she wants anymore at all #She is as capable as Xena as skilled and even as ruthless and unflinching as she #and yet all she could want in the world is to go back to being that naïve and wide-eyed little girl #that Xena found in Potiedaea—the one Xena fell in love with all those years ago #It’s a shocking reversal and one that is so carefully wrought over so many years #I just… damn

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in libfem straight girl culture, we don’t say “i love you”, we say “actually i would describe my identity as soft soft soft soft soft butch” which translates to the sound of a tornado test siren, 10 babies crying in reverse, a satanic hymn, and the soft, melancholy crackle of a bouquet of roses burning on mother’s day

and i think that’s really beautiful

Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.

- Mary Oliver, "Sometimes. (via literarymiscellany)

I want to gather your darkness
in my hands, to cup it like water
and drink.
I want this in the same way
as I want to touch your cheek –
it is the same –
the way a moth will come
to the bedroom window in late September,
beating and beating its wings against the cold glass,
the way a horse will lower
his long head to water, and drink,
and pause to lift his head and look,
and drink again,
taking everything in with the water,

- Jane Hirshfield, “To Drink” (via contramonte)


Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”


Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”

When you are alone — at sea, in the polar dark — an absence can keep you alive. The one you love maintains your mind. But when she’s merely across the city, this is an absence that eats you to the bone.

- Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces (via lifeinpoetry)