From The Vaults

I kidnapped @vaultfox OC Mel cause I wanted to do a quick painting of some badass babes. Paired her up with my OC Leo cause…I might slightly ship them together . I had the please of meeting Vault and she is such an amazing person, we understand each other’s salt xD Hope you like it even though it’s super fast - I’ll do proper fanart when I get more time case I am absolutely in love with Mel ♥♥♥♥

FROM THE VAULTS:

Lesbian Literature

Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit, Jeanette Winterson

There are many forms of love and affection, some people can spend their whole lives together without knowing each other’s names. Naming is a difficult and time-consuming process; it concerns essences, and it means power. But on the wild nights who can call you home? Only the one who knows your name.

Nightwood, Djuna Barnes

‘Matthew,’ she said, 'have you ever loved someone and it became yourself?’
For a moment he did not answer. Taking up the decanter he held it to the light.
'Robin can go anywhere, do anything,’ Nora continued, 'because she forgets, and I nowhere because I remember.’ She came toward him. 'Matthew,’ she said, 'you think I have always been like this. Once I was remorseless, but this is another love — it goes everywhere; there is no place for it to stop — it rots me away.’

The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde, Audre Lorde

I have been woman
for a long time
beware my smile
I am treacherous with old magic
and the noon’s new fury
with all your wide futures
promised
I am
woman
and not white.

Orlando, Virginia Woolf

But Sasha was from Russia, where the sunsets are longer, the dawns less sudden and sentences are often left unfinished from doubt as how to best end them.

The Color Purple, Alice Walker

I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.

The Well of Loneliness, Radclyffe Hall

You’re neither unnatural, nor abominable, nor mad; you’re as much a part of what people call nature as anyone else; only you’re unexplained as yet–you’ve not got your niche in creation. But some day that will come, and meanwhile don’t shrink from yourself, but face yourself calmly and bravely. 

Fingersmith, Sarah Waters

I felt that thread that had come between us, tugging, tugging at my heart - so hard, it hurt me. A hundred times I almost rose, almost went in to her; a hundred times I thought, Go to her! Why are you waiting? Go back to her side! But every time, I thought of what would happen if I did. I knew that I couldn’t lie beside her, without wanting to touch her. I couldn’t have felt her breath upon my mouth, without wanting to kiss her. And I couldn’t have kissed her, without wanting to save her.

The Bermudez Triangle, Maureen Johnson

Irony is the word I forget the meaning of immediately after I look it up, but I kind of feel like I live in a constant state of it.

The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas, Gertrude Stein

After a while I murmured to Picasso that I liked his portrait of Gertrude Stein. Yes, he said, everybody says that she does not look like it but that does not make any difference, she will, he said.

The Price of Salt, Patricia Highsmith

How was it possible to be afraid and in love… The two things did not go together. How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every night was different, and every morning. Together they possessed a miracle.

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Romantic Poets

The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley

We look before and after,
And pine for what is not;
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell
Of saddest thought.

Poems Published in 1820, John Keats

Oh, sweet Fancy! let her loose;
Every thing is spoilt by use:
Where’s the cheek that doth not fade,
Too much gaz’d at? Where’s the maid
Whose lip mature is ever new?

Letters of John Keats to His Family and Friends

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

Don Juan, Lord Byron

Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange;
Stranger than fiction: if it could be told,
How much would novels gain by the exchange!
How differently the world would men behold!

Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

Had we never lov’d sae kindly,
Had we never lov’d sae blindly,
Never met – or never parted –
we had ne'er been broken-hearted

The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.

The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth - Volume 3

Stranger! henceforth be warned; and know that pride,
Howe'er disguised in its own majesty,
Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt
For any living thing, hath faculties
Which he has never used; that thought with him
Is in its infancy…

Songs of Innocence and Experience, William Blake

Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.

Recollections of the Last Days of Shelley and Byron, Edward John Trelawny

Any details of the lives of men whose opinions have had a marked influence upon mankind, or from whose works we have derived pleasure or profit, cannot but be interesting. This conviction induces me to record some facts regarding Shelley and Byron, two of the last of the true Poets.

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Classic Children’s Books

Alice In Wonderland, Lewis Carroll

“Take some more tea,” the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly. 
“I’ve had nothing yet,” Alice replied in an offended tone, “so I can’t take more.” 
“You mean you can’t take less,” said the Hatter: “it’s very easy to take more than nothing.” 
“Nobody asked your opinion,” said Alice.”

Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie

There could not have been a lovelier sight; but there was none to see it except a little boy who was staring in at the window. He had ecstasies innumerable that other children can never know; but he was looking through the window at the one joy from which he must be for ever barred.

The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum

‘That proves you are unusual,’ returned the Scarecrow; ‘and I am convinced that the only people worthy of consideration in this world are the unusual ones. For the common folks are like the leaves of a tree, and live and die unnoticed.’

The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett

At first people refuse to believe that a strange new thing can be done, then they begin to hope it can be done, then they see it can be done—then it is done and all the world wonders why it was not done centuries ago.

The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists.

Mary Poppins, Pamela Lyndon Travers

If you want to find Cherry-Tree Lane all you have to do is ask the Policeman at the cross-roads.

Anne of Green Gables, Lucy Maud Montgomery

There’s such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I’m such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn’t be half so interesting.

The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame

Home! That was what they meant, those caressing appeals, Those soft touches wafted through the air, those invisible little hands pulling and tugging, all one way.

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Classic Gothic Novels


The Castle of Otranto, Horace Walpole

But alas! my Lord, what is blood! what is nobility! We are all reptiles, miserable, sinful creatures. It is piety alone that can distinguish us from the dust whence we sprung, and whither we must return.

Vathek, William Beckford

At these words, the fathers of the fifty boys cried out aloud; the mothers repeated their exclamations an octave higher; whilst the rest, without knowing the cause, soon drowned the voices of both, with still louder lamentations of their own.

The Mysteries of Udolpho, Ann Radcliffe

A well-informed mind is the best security against the contagion of folly and vice. The vacant mind is ever on the watch for relief, and ready to plunge into error, to escape from the languor of idleness. Store it with ideas, teach it the pleasure of thinking; and the temptations of the world without, will be counteracted by the gratifications derived from the world within.

The Monk, Matthew Lewis

Man of an hard heart! Hear me, Proud, Stern, and Cruel! You could have saved me; you could have restored me to happiness and virtue, but would not! You are the destroyer of my Soul; You are my Murderer, and on you fall the curse of my death and my unborn Infant’s! Insolent in your yet-unshaken virtue, you disdained the prayers of a Penitent; But God will show mercy, though you show none.

Frankenstein, Mary Shelley

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

Melmoth The Wanderer, Charles Maturin

There is no error more absurd, and yet more rooted in the heart of man, than the belief that his sufferings will promote his spiritual safety.

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FROM THE VAULT: Sabrina Benaim - “Explaining My Depression to My Mother”

“My depression is a shapeshifter. One day it is as small as a firefly in the palm of a bear, the next, it’s the bear. On those days I play dead until the bear leaves me alone.”

Performing for Toronto during semis at the 2014 National Poetry Slam. Subscribe to Button on YouTube!