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Sapphic - Blog Posts
pretty venom (interlude)
i wonder if you feel kinda like i feel
la montagne, columbus, oh
some oc stuff 😭 i still need to give them a band name
heya! uploading part of a comic project i did earlier this summer here. if you’re interested seeing the rest of this sweet lesbian fairytale, there’s three page updates every friday on tapas and webtoons ;)
My lesbian girlies Nina and Moth 💖💖💖 I love em so much and I just wanna gush about my OCs
I know Tumblr is way more fanart focused than OC focused, but I love these two so much and I really hope I can communicate my love for them with someone 😭😭💖💖
Had to wait until burnout but goddd I finally got to draw something for myself againnn even if just a WIP that I probably won't have the time to continue
Still!! Look at themmm they're so gayy 💖💖💖💖 I love them so much
Casual conversation about my wife 🤭😍
Hello. Here is smthn written and posted on the same day. Tw: metaphorical violence and cannibalism. (I promise it's not that bad I swear) Please enjoy.
You know, i shoud really stop extending my hand to people. What do i mean? I mean extending it open palmed and vulnerable and stretching my muscles to their limits just to reach someone or have them reach for me.
It hurts. The stretch, I mean. Pulling my fingers apart, tearing the sinue in an attmept to reach someone who has barely moved their hand from the body at all.
Now stretching isnt all that bad. Keeps the body nimble, less resistant to change or sudden movement. The main reason i want to stop is because they cut a piece of my arm off each time I reach.
Not every time, but when the person doesnt reach back they keep a piece of me. As a trophy or to embarass me further I cant decide.
Currently im missing everything past my left elbow. But thats only bc the first person i reached to took my entire hand in one go. My right arm is missing everything a little before that point.
It hurts even more when i was expecting to leave that situation with the same amount of arm i began it with.
But no.
Instead these beautiful women take dull cleavers and aimlessly hack at my arm until the piece they want has fallen off. It takes a while for my nerves to decide they were tired of feeling that intense ache.
Ive gotten used to it. The first time it hurt. I squirmed and fought back and called for help but was disregarded. This woman had called herself my girlfriend, my wife, my love. For months ! And now here she was taking my hand.
But now, as i watch blood spurt out of my stump and land on my face and hear my bones cracking and tendons screaming as she takes her earnings. She took earnings for the girl she actually wanted too.
Whats left is my shoulder to above where my elbow was on both arms. It hurts, the wound hasnt cauterized and my nerves are remidning me of my loss.
My face is wet too. I think im crying. I havent done that since the first time. But, i will get over it. I always do.
The wound crusts over and falls away, revealing my new skin and shorter stump. The pain subsides but it returns for a body part i no longer have. Almost like my body misses it.
I learn to live without those things lost. I learn to eat, feed, read, dress, clean, please with my stumps. And im miserable. And awful. And anxiety ridden. Worrying about if someone will soon return and take whats left of me. What will they do once they reach my shoulder ? Keep cutting ? Dig inside the stump for pieces of flesh and organ from the source rather than bothering with my skin, a reminder that im human.
The only constant is that they or she or he will stuff their maws of my meat and savagley lick away the remnants of me with a hand over my mouth to not spoil the meal (or to hide from the reminder that im unwilling, displeased, and alive). Only to discard me with less than i began with. Which already wasnt much.
And yet. I always find myself reaching a short time later. Always needing something that seems to be forever out of reach.
not to sound like a whore, but can we go to an aquarium date?
THEY GOT MARRIED 😭😭😭😭😭
mitski - i’m your man
i’ll stitch you back together
they tripped
i love you and for that you must die
and where are you going sugar?
so, do you come here often
just a bite
frankenstein but make it sapphic
she raided her gf’s closet
SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY
HEARTS DESIRE
embrace
i am hungry
i have been hungry
i was born hungry
do i look like your girlfriend?
love to the point of destruction
please, please, please, let me, let me, let me, let me get what i want this time
i was not made for casual love
i was made for soul crushing devotion