The thing about lesbians is that we fall hard and fast. The fact we u-haul right into lesbian bed death should be an alarm bell to warn us off moving so fast. But lesbians will be lesbians. We love different. Harder, hotter, brighter. Our love burns like the light of a thousand stars. Lesbians love intensely enough they’d peel their skin off and climb inside the body of their loved one, just to get a little bit closer.
