#gay and yearning
is it a coincedence that our hand resembles a comb? + that to fix a style we put our fingers in our hair? + little kids ask for their hair to be braided, they grow up and put their heads in lover’s laps and wait for the hand to move to their head its natural automatic carried down. the scalp is sensitive but it goes over this hardy skull protects the most important organ of the body but did it need to be so touchy? did it need to feel so soothing to bring our hands up to it? i spread conditioner through my hair with my fingers. <- this is an act of prayer
As a lesbian, I love all of Sappho’s work, but none of them feel more stereotypically sapphic than poem 31, where Sappho talks about passing out because she heard a beautiful woman’s laugh
No one:
Absolutely no one at all:
Not even a soul:
Wlw: uwu girls <3 want to hold hands with a girl úwù pick her flowers
in my defence your honour, my bestie told me to go to a gay club to cleanse all my feelings
sorry but when am i going to be kissed in a photo booth
