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bonewitches · 11 months ago
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hey so i made a massive database of 900 (and counting) sapphic books, sortable by age, genre and rep! take a look if u feel so inclined (and maybe retweet my tweet?). there’s a submissions page if u catch any i’ve missed (or any incorrect info on them), but pls do check i’ve not just sorted it in a way you don’t expect!
edit, 24th may: i took the site off w*x because it’s an israeli site, so the new address will be @sapphicreadsdb on here, though there may be some delay in it being functional again
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artfully-wayward · 8 months ago
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Linda Pastan, from a poem titled, "Why Are Your Poems So Dark?"
Image ID: "Ask the moon.
Ask what it has witnessed."
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flowerytale · 5 months ago
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Anaïs Nin, from “The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1955–1966”
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kayascodelorio · 3 months ago
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“Sleep is a luxury at Hellgate. It’s a danger. But when I slept, I dreamed of you.”
Her head snapped up.
“That’s right,” he said. “Every time I closed my eyes.”
“What happened in the dreams?” she asked, eager for an answer, but fearing it, too.
“Horrible things. The worst kinds of torture. You drowned me slowly. You burned my heart from my chest. You blinded me.”
“I was a monster.”
“A monster, a maiden, a sylph of the ice. You kissed me, whispered stories in my ear. You sang to me and held me as I slept. Your laugh chased me into waking.”
“You always hated my laugh.”
“I loved your laugh, Nina. And your fierce warrior’s heart. I might have loved you, too.”
Might have. Once. Before she had betrayed him. Those words carved an ache into her chest.
She knew she shouldn’t speak, but she couldn’t help herself. “And what did you do, Matthias? What did you do to me in your dreams?”
The ship listed gently. The lanterns swayed. His eyes were blue fire. “Everything,” he said, as he turned to go. “Everything.”
SIX OF CROWS, CHAPTER 14
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artfully-wayward · 8 months ago
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"God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts."
— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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antigonas · 6 months ago
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“Circe” and “The song of Achilles” by Madeline Miller book covers reimagined as Penguin Classics
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flowerytale · 8 months ago
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Margaret Atwood, from “Owl And Pussycat, Some Years Later”, The Door
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august-landry · a year ago
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@rwrbsociety event 03: love letters — [You are a dark sorcerer]
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itsvs2 · 11 months ago
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Red White & Royal Blue + My Favorite Quotes
"And the whole world watched, and h i s t o r y remembered."
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cassiopeis · 10 months ago
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“And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely?” — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
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dearemma · 8 months ago
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EMMA. I EMMA WOODHOUSE AND GEORGE KNIGHTLEY
I cannot make speeches, Emma...If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. You hear nothing but truth from me. I have blamed you, and lectured you, and you have borne it as no other woman in England would have borne it.
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percyjackosn-archive · a year ago
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@storyseekers event 02: pride — if we were villains
james and i put each other through the kind of reckless passions gwendolyn once talked about, joy and anger and desire and despair. after all that, was it really so strange?
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