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Sappho - Blog Posts
‘In 1778, two Irish gentlewomen put on men’s clothing and ran away together. Lady Eleanor Butler had received several offers of marriage but was determined to share her life with her friend Sarah Ponsonby. […] They spent the rest of their lives in a black and white house called Plas Newydd outside Llangollen, cultivating their garden, improving their minds and filling the house with clocks, cabinets and “whirligigs of every shape and hue”. [They also had] a little dog called Sapho.’
The Recognition of Śakuntalā, Kālidāsa/Sappho and Phao, John Lyle/Raja Ravi Varma
i love you and for that you must die
just a bite
frankenstein but make it sapphic
Regency lesbians crawling around in my head
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"someone will remember us, I say, even in another time"
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call me a lesbian but i JUMPED for this book when I saw it at my local bookstore. ive already read it twice, and im in love
her poems are enrapturing, attention grasping, and overall beautiful. i'm not even kidding when i say these fragments top any other completed poem ive read
will never not suggest this book to people, it is 100% worth the read. my copies already heavily annotated
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afraid of losing you
i ran fluttering
like a little girl
after her mother
afraid of losing you, sappho
Meet Umbra and Kashi! One is a werewolf and the other a noble. Both trying to escape their pasts.
Digital Play #2: Sappho Awaits Her Goddess, Aphrodite: “… if only I, O goldencrowned Aphrodite, / could win this lot…” [Anne Carson, _If Not, Winter_; #33, Knopf, 2002]. 11/26/2017.
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Bruh iwas wondering at 12am randomly why I keep getting lesbian allegations and BRO I FOUND OUT MY SAPPHO SIGN FOR FUN like i legit thought i was a pisces sappho or something and that it wasnt important in my chart THEN IT WAS ACTUALLY IN GEMINI CONJUNCT MY SUN AND VENUS AT 1 DEGREE WTFFF 😭😭😭😭 NO WONDER
Last Resort of Love
requested by astonishing blogger @agameofbands: relationship between cancer(f) and pisces(f).
“Never to let this lose me grace But rather bring you back to me: Amongst all mortal women the one I most wish to see.” -Sappho’s “Ode to Gongyla”
Imagine if you and a stranger were locked in a library overnight with only the flames of a lantern guiding your path, slowly falling in love as the night advanced.
But consider this: women loving women in a dark academia setting
- long strands of hair that cling to a girls’ back as she emerges from the water of the lake, bathed in moonlight and the glow of the windows of the old stone buildings
- throwing around lines of Sapphos fragments, acting as though it is just a meaningless game
- sleeves of white collar shirts rolled up to her elbows, hair falling into her face, glasses sliding down her nose as she sits over history books for hours on end
- wandering the halls at midnight
- squeezing into small nooks to not get caught, she distinctly smells of the earth and rain
- her playing the male lead in a play because there simply wasn’t a better fit (and those clothes would fit no one the same way they fit her)
welcome!
this is a blog for anything sapphic!
i will post mainly lesbian content because i am lesbian but all queer women are more than welcome here :)
men please dni lol this isnt for you
I just love the feeling you get while studying something that you love with all your heart.
Learning new things about it makes you feel like floating in a sky full of coloured fluffy clouds...
You call it vintage outfit
I call it edwardian era inspired outfit~
We are not the same bro✌
My spirit has grown heavy and my knees too weak to carry me, that once were quick to dance as fawns.
-Sappho
Behind the portraits
It was afternoon, a dark, wet afternoon. And I was sitting at the foot of the large oak wood bed, glaring at Marie Antoinette.
“Let them eat cake”
I glared more.
“I was a queen, and you took away my crown; a wife, and you killed my husband; a mother, and you deprived me of my children. My blood alone remains: take it, but do not make me suffer long.”
I sighed and turned to Sappho, as if to ask her to help me in my predicament. But Sappho wouldn’t speak, she never did. My gaze shifted to the fluttering white curtains which veiled a painting of the Bal des ardents, illuminated by the old fashioned candles on the mantle piece. My frown returned as my eyes fixated themselves on the crockery in the background.
“When?” I questioned.
“January 28, 1398.”
“Joan, the duchess …?”
“The duchess de berri.”
“D’orleans…1407, isn’t it?”
It nodded.
“How?”
“Assasinated.”
“For the throne of the mad king.” I murmured and sank my head into my knees. After a few moments, I threw up my head and exclaimed, “I cannot go on like this anymore, I live as in a nightmare! Freedom I want and Freedom I shall have!”.
“Happiness and freedom begin with a clear understanding of one principle: some things are within our control, and some things are not” The thing quoted.
Despair seized me; I let out a half wild, inarticulate cry and buried my head in my arms as tears drenched the sheaf of parchment in my lap. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the thing stare at me coldly. “Do you blame me?” I demanded. “Do you think me weak to shed tears like this?” It pursed up its dried, hag like mouth. “Tell me, Do you hold me responsible for all of this?”, I clenched its wrist and asked. It silently shook its head. “No”. I loosened my hold and let go as it gave me a look full of reproach. It shook its head again, “No, I do not place the blame entirely on anyone in this matter, but thou must know that thou hath not played an unimportant part in bringing this about.” “Oh, I know! I know! And that just makes my burden a hundred times more heavier to bear.” I said, as the picture of Andromeda’s anguished face as she watched Cetus ravage the coast of Aethiopia flashed across my eyes.
“Was she very beautiful?” My voice sounded wistful.
“Who?”
“Her. The daughter of Cepheus and Cassiopeia.”
“Yes.” The thing’s eyes lost focus. “Very.” It said.
I rolled the parchments and placed them in a small brass trunk underneath my bed. Marie Antoinette’s picture slipped inside too, but I was past caring.
“Why didn’t hope leave when it could have?” I enquired.
“Zeus willed it.”
“Didn’t Elpis want to leave?”
“Perhaps.”
“I am sure that the only reason the sprite stayed was because pandora shut the jar before it could escape. I wish it had.”
The thing shrugged.
“When do thy leave?”, It asked.
“Midnight.” I replied, trying not to let a suppressed paroxysm of sobs get the better of me.
Night fell, I lingered near Henry V’s portrait, fiddling with the tapestry. I looked out the window and saw the moon emerge from the shadow of a black cloud and throw light upon the vase of white roses upon the windowsill. “The moon looks like a careworn old face.” I remarked, more to myself than anyone else.
I looked about the room with a strange wistfulness as I drew the sheets close. Something seemed to warn me. “But about what?” I wondered. I was woken up at midnight by the thing knocking over the rose vase. “Is it time?” I asked, silently praying that it was not. It nodded. And then there I stood, beneath the elm tree and among the shadows.
Little did I know, that it was the last time I would set eyes upon the elm. I stepped inside the quaint carriage, huddling my trunk closer to me. I felt the chilly wind of the night nip my face. We had not made it ten feet across the old wooden bridge over the chasm, when I heard a sickening creak and felt the bridge collapse under us. The ropes had given way. The carriage toppled over, smashing my trunk open and spilling all of its contents. I plunged into the abyss along with the vehicle. Feeling that I was about to die, I frantically tried to hold onto something before we hit the ground. And what should be the thing my eyes finally beheld at the end of my life but the face of … Marie Antoinette?
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Soooooooooooooooooooo freaking pretty 😍
Subtle Pride Flag Masterpost
All my subtle pride flags so far compiled into one post.
Lesbian
Gay
Bisexual
Pansexual
Transgender
Non-Binary
Genderfluid
Demisexual
Aromantic
Asexual
AroAce
Progress
Remastered, better quality versions now available.
I won’t ever feel as proud to be lesbian as I did last year staring at the Sappho statue in the Louvre
mothering.
Vi ho visto scopare nella doccia. Lingue, seni, mani che toccano, accarezzano, penetrano in ogni fessura, in ogni valle...mi sono masturbato guardandovi 💦
"And you wish to be a poet; and you wish to be a lover"
- Virginia Woolf, The Waves
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