“I never envy other women, when my soul is dirty, and my heart is useless, I look for other women. And I make home on their thighs. I ask for their soft voices. I ask them to feed me success on golden spoons. Their hands in my hair, all their burning things in my house. And I think about love, I think of the love I have for them. Their analytical lips, their long hair on my sofa. Their brilliant suffrage in my sunny living room. I feel them on my body. When their lover betray them, I send them bottles of parfume. I write them poetry. I, too, smash the dishes. We mix our blood in flower petals and boulevards. How can I envy other women? When we all emerge from the same rib, sharing similar sins. When I don’t want to be the woman I am; I become all the other women.”

when ur drunk in a club bathroom having a heart to heart with a girl you’ve never met before

on my wedding night

If you think you’re bi for a month or a year or your whole life and then realize you’re a lesbian, that’s fine!!