being individuals together is so intimate. let’s read different books but curled up next to each other, let’s visit a coffee shop so you can study & i can write, let’s just be near each other
oh to look into her eyes!!! to cup her face and kiss her over and over!!!!! to smile against each other mouths just bc we don’t want to pull away!!!!!!
isn’t it lovely that in any other time, any other place, there have existed women like me; women who feel the same senses of dignity, self-worth, and love for other women. it’s a special thing to keep in mind.
The hypocrisy of being human; the constant tug between solitude and company, the desire to love so desperately and simultaneously be detached from it all, of wanting everything and wanting nothing.
