Latest Posts by loveeletterlesbian - Page 9

keep the kiss, my love. no need to return it just yet, i want you to have me for a little longer. let my lips linger where they were until you get sick of my taste.

Hey, there, love! I know you know that I know I will never tell anyone my Tumblr account in real life. But I am going to send this anonymous ask to you just to keep you on your toes and semi frustrated with me.

Love you so much, enjoy the tattoos,

Love,

Your girlfriend,

Avi

Okay for everyone else this is my girlfriend Avi, who WILL NOT TELL ME HER TUMBLR 😡 and who I hung out with today during which this ask happened. She drew on me with non toxic markers…which is the meaning of the tattoos.

Avi, I love you so much, I will find out your tumblr, today was perfect. Next time…drop the anonymous ask and TELL ME YOUR FRICKIN TUMBLR

Ok guys, I have shit to say and y’all need to listen.

@furrygladiatormusic is a perv

He said he’s going to “leak” @theodditylacey when she didn’t even do shit. Lacey and I think he’s going to leak a random girl and say it’s her, please everyone either say something or mass report him. He’s insane, he was sending PORN to a 13 year old and calling me a fag when he himself is one!! He’s extremely homophobic when he is literally part of the community and he’s a republican. Please everyone watch out and do something about him.

Lacey and I wanted to post this so if any girls are being harassed by him they can come forward and we as a community can do something about it.

Please reblog this to get the word out

every day i live in fear of your disillusionment—

you see sunlight now,

but i don’t know what will happen when you see my ripped lungs

and shallow ventricles, the ones i created for myself

because i never really got used to feeling my broken skin.

your lips on mine were a mere wisp in time

and yet i can still feel them when i speak—

all my words are tinted, such a blessing for

someone whose speech tends to be tar-black.

i have loved her since she held me wholeheartedly, left her hair caught on my sweater. her fingers gripped into my arm, red marks in my skin. never let go. i wanted to whisper it into her soul, leave such an unmistakable mark.

i feel the weight of her head on my chest when she can’t be there. her fingers interlaced into mine like vines around my skin, cutting off circulation. her absent face seems to haunt me.

Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.

50 posts!

They be flipping the glass like hotcakes

aaaa twenty followers!! thank you!!

Oh god, why did I ever think I was going to end up with a man? Women have everything that men don't. Understanding, a gentle hand, the softness of their lips and their hearts. There is nothing quite like laughing with a girl like you are best friends, thinking of her as if you have been married for decades, holding her like your favorite childhood stuffed animal, and kissing her like you could sustain yourself for the rest of your life simply on the sweetness of your mixed breath. Fingers in her hair, her head on your chest, love in both of your eyes that only the other will ever see. Make her a bracelet, find her a rock, gift her her favorite snack. Freedom in your airy laughter. Certainty in the matching beats of your hearts. You know everything about each other and remember every little detail; you are in love and unwaningly so.

i know you love to watch the sky but look at the rain, my love. it comes every fall, hurricanes lining the coast. we have lived it--the wind and floods have raised us. you stare at the sky when it's beautiful and i watch the rain as it pools on the road, remember how i used to jump in puddles. i never had rain boots, and i guess that was the best part as a child, to feel the water in your socks. now i don't leave the house when it rains because the thunder scares me and i watch the raindrops through my window, i feel them through the thick glass. i'm older and a bit of a cynic, i never let the water touch my fingertips. 

i think i find comfort in your details, the way you brush your hand against mine, the way you squeeze tighter when you have to leave. you've been embroidered so carefully into my skin, clearer than the running stitch my grandmother taught me as a child. 

winter chill is setting in and i am bundled up safe and warm--we might not get the chance to exist in the same room for a few days but you're here, you're always in my heart, love. i catch glimpses of a newfound future in my dreams, stained glass newly coloring my visions. i can finally live a life free of the vines tying my wrists. you have brought me such a gift, the light i needed.

aaaaaaaaa thank you for 100 likes, y'all! so grateful that you guys like my poetry as much as i love it :D

they'll all ask what happened when you kissed me 

but i will keep my mouth shut, the details are only for you and i to know. 

like your blue ink that i covered up with sweater sleeves, 

i don't think i can let anyone else have your neverending love. 

(the only thing i tell them

is that it was just as perfect as i had imagined.)

the snow may never fall in our hometown

no matter how cold it gets, 

but i will hold your hands and you will kiss mine

we can pretend to make snow angels in the grass

till we're old and tired and can't get up

and perhaps then we'll be in a winter wonderland. 

heya! just poping around to tell you that your works are amazing! :D

thank you so much Kay!!

when i go to bed i almost miss

the feeling of your hands in my hair, 

how your lips meet mine in the most world-changing way

and the look in your eyes when you tell me you love me. 

for once, my dreams cannot live up to my reality. 

i wonder if you think about me when you wake up, 

because i do, i seem to remember sunday mornings that haven't happened yet

and the way i'd kiss you while the sunlight began to cast lines on the floor.

i'm going to war with my own mind--

my heart is shrapnel in my chest and i am wildly unarmored

because i let someone see me once and now 

there is an arrow in my shoulder, i let the fletching stick out

of my red-raw skin,

just to remind myself what happens to those who reveal.

oh my god

this pang feeling in my chest, it won’t ever leave. my heart is born to carry the weight of my suffering. maybe you think that its only purpose is that of pumping blood in my body, blood that heats up when I hear your name: out of anger, out of love. I don’t even know. I’m not the same as I was before I met you. you brought up the worst in me. I lied for you, I lived for you, I loved for you, I hated for you and I still wonder if you ever appreciated any second of it. now I suffer because I don’t know who I am to you. am I just a friend to you? was I ever supposed to be your friend? do you still want to hold me tight at night and caress my hair? do you still dream of a life we could’ve lived together? does your heart still skip a beat when you hear my name? do I mean anything to you anymore? I want you to suffer, the same way I am. I want you to reminisce all of those moments together. I want you to mourn the loss of having me in your arms. I need to you to be stuck like me. I can’t ever imagine you moving on from me.

is it possible to have the most intoxicating love and the most chilling pain coursing through your veins at once? my hands are shaking and i can't tell if the black cloud is back or i just kissed the love of my life. it's all real, it's all becoming more real, i pace around the piles on the floor and figure out a way to text you back. somehow my existence amounts to more than just words on a page and my bronchioles are becoming shallower by each breath i take. my neck has whipped around one too many times to see your face--you have punctured my aorta in the most beautiful way, i might bleed out from this feeling but my plasma will be on your hands. i'll always be with you, i suppose. 

All my life I have felt that I have so much to prove. I have yet to succeed.

I am in love with the way she makes me feel so safe. She makes me feel like I’m allowed to love her. Usually when I have a crush, it makes me feel scared half to death, or hopeless that anything will come of it, or even just sick. She isn’t like that. My feelings for her remind me of a warm, fluffy blanket on an early spring evening. She’s just so, so indescribably lovely. She’s the kind of girl that I’m pretty sure Clairo wrote Softly about.

Your blog is so lovely! Each post is so beautifully written and I love sapphic poetry so much <3

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa thank you so so so much <333

Oh what a privilege it is to learn you little by little moment by moment

i'm so lucky, i didn't even have to ask lol

i lied. put your clothes back on. you’re going to tell me in depth your first impression of me and how, why and when you started liking me

someday it’ll be thanksgiving and i’ll wake up in your arms. we don’t have to have dinner with my parents or your grandparents it can just be the people we love. someday it’ll be thanksgiving and i’ll set the table while you stir the soup and maybe our kids will run all over the place waiting for everyone to get here. i’ll kiss you before the doorbell rings, we’ll pour white wine while it rains outside. i’ll wear my heels and you wear that dress. when the party’s over it’s not a relief because they’re gone—it’s a relief because it was perfection.

you’re the cloth daisies on my nightstand—always there, always appreciated. i touch them each night before i go to bed. i can only hope that one day i can do the same for you. i can tell you wonder if i think we’re going too fast but i can’t see it, my love. i think that all our trials, all those weeks spent in denial—those count too. technically we’re only one month deep but it feels like i’ve loved you my entire life.

it’s raining. by sunday it will have been a month and somehow my mind is getting lost in a fragile future, all the dreams i have are daisies, i can only hope the wind won’t blow them away. i chastise myself for getting my hopes up all the time but i think this time i can let them fly free. because i finally know i can lean on you, sink into your shoulder. there is no way we could end in a ditch, not after all our tribulations.