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"I need to think carefully before I give this Anna Aemelin an important place in my life."

i can’t even think of anything witty or proper to say RAIF YOU GOT ME CRYING BROTHER WITH THIS YEARNING OF YOURS 😭😭😭😭

"I had yet to learn that nothing in this world can ever match the marvels that we conjure up in our own minds."

hi everyone um— AH i’m already crying

"After a tour of duty in the Roman Catholic Church, she went to theology school in Halifax. 'I've never experienced so much sexual harassment in my life. … I thought, this can't be happening, this is the church — I really thought I was going crazy.'"

"Now and then he'll drive an hour and a half to a gay and lesbian dance in Prince George. ‘But if you don't belong to one of the cliques there, you just don't belong — at least that's my experience. Even so, I'll go again. It's about the only place where I can be myself for a while.'"

"The fact that she needed me was probably the thing that I needed most in her."

“Oh Mary, stop acting like your virginal namesake. L-U-S-T: lust."

LMAO need a friend named mary to say this to

"'And perfect love?'
'Mortal life doesn't leave room for perfected love. After so many quarrels over breakfast, one changes the status of love to something more ordinary, more dependable, than perfection.
Love becomes like a table or bread or milk.' … 'Will you have dinner with me?' [Suzanne then] lifted Wilma's hand and kissed its palm, 'I'd love to have dinner with you.'"

“There is no love in the world anymore. I was chilled by the certainty with which it had been written and was surprised to find myself talking out loud to the wall it was scrawled on. Yes there is. Yes. There must be.”

"She has read more books than I have and remembers more of the lines from them. I, who can usually remember only the plots and seldom the titles or the names of the authors, am repeatedly amazed when this woman can unhesitatingly tell me who wrote what title in which year … and equally amazed when my love can seldom remember any plot for longer than half an hour after she finishes the book."

oh Denis, i would so love to meet you. wherever you are, doing whatever what.

“…alone with her I hated to so much as recall the existence of other people.”

waited all this time for the female sheriff to make her mark just for it to go like that. kay.

“All bookish girls secretly love to dance.”

“My own misapprehension, my lack of ties to this world … the notion that despite all the distance I had traveled, I was destined merely to pass through the lives of others, what was to be done with such a thought?”

“I'd have given anything to be the one to reach up from the bed and run my fingers down its shining length; more than that, I wanted to know how it felt to take an admirer's eyes and put them right where I wanted them, to pull the gaze where I felt it ought to be.”

brain full of Thoughts

here we fucking go again ig

“forgive a little, forget a little, and create a lot.”

“We all have angel mothers … they are women who you take … one look at and go: ‘mama.’ You just know that they are mother to you.”

my angel mother is sasha colby.

“And for girl children, particularly, as has been the custom upon generation upon generation, the idea is to domesticate her away from her wildness so that she will be submissive; so that she will not cause trouble; so she will not bring shame upon the family for having lust.”

“I congratulated myself on how casual my suggestion had sounded, the sort of thing a real person might say.”

real.

“I only wore the ring for you. So you could see it.”

what in the because-i-wanted-you-to-know is this

“'Well, you know what Izzy's like. The thing is not to let her wind you up.'

'OK,' I said.

But I was unwound completely.”

“And the guitar string was plucked again, harder, deeper, through the center of my body from the hollow of my throat right to the join between my legs. I felt I might be passing out. My brain unspooled. Her body tensed and then gave, a yielding, an accord. And Isabella made a noise, just a slight noise. And at that, I began to unwind.”

ah, yes, just the typical encounter of friends hiding together in a bathtub

here we go again…

“[S]he convinced her husband they must attend a meeting of the newborn Gay Liberation Front — in solidarity, of course. She left her husband shortly after, got involved with another man, a friend of theirs, and the first woman she slept with was his partner. This was the '70s; anything was possible.”

damn! (in kevin hart’s voice)

‘Diane moved to another town to be with her lover, "la femme de ma vie.”’

“I’d love to start up a retirement home for gays - especially for the ones who aren't in relationships. We could use something like that, don’t you think?"

the people yearn for community!!

if I had a nickel for every book i’ve read that featured sapphic nuns I'd have two nickels which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice