Loveless

by Alice Oseman

According to Pip, the hallmarks of realizing you’re a lesbian were: firstly, getting a little intensely obsessed with a girl, mistaking it for admiration, and sometimes thinking about holding their hand, and secondly, having a subconscious fixation on certain female cartoon villains.

ursula <3

We would have talked about it last night, but I fell asleep in the middle of reading a Steve/Bucky Regency Era AU fic,

I need this

I knew liking girls could be hard when you’re also a girl. It usually was, at least for a while. But it was beautiful too. So fucking beautiful. Liking girls when you’re a girl was power. It was light. Hope. Joy. Passion. Sometimes it took girls who liked girls a little while to find that. But when they found it, they flew.

“I saw the fucking flyers you were handing out at the Freshers’ Fair! Asexual and bigender and whatever. You’re just gonna let in anyone who thinks they’re some made-up internet identity?” There was a short silence, and then Sunil spoke again, his voice hardened. “You know what, Lloyd? Yes. Yes, I am. Because Pride Soc is inclusive and open and loving, and not run by you anymore. And because there are still sad little cis gays like you who seem to take other queers’ mere existence as a threat to your civil rights, even freshers who are showing up here for the first time—some of them likely never having been to a queer event in their whole lives—just trying to find somewhere they can relax and be themselves. And I don’t know if you’re aware of this, Lloyd, because I know you don’t recognize any pride flag that isn’t the fucking rainbow, but I actually happen to be one of those made-up internet identities. And guess what? I’m the president. So get the fuck out of my formal.”

In the end, that was the problem with romance. It was so easy to romanticize romance because it was everywhere.

“People are really out there just … thinking about having sex all the time and they can’t even help it?” I spluttered. “People have dreams about it because they want it that much? How the—I’m losing it. I thought all the movies were exaggerating, but you’re all really out there just craving genitals and embarrassment. This has to be some kind of huge joke.”

Imagine being able to sleep without listening to a true crime podcast episode or immersing yourself in your imaginary dreamworld for at least an hour.

“You know, they say it’s a classic teen queer girl experience to have had an incredibly dramatic, mildly homoerotic breakup with a best friend.”