lgbtq literature

You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.

She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.

When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.

In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.

You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.

You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.

—  The six stages of falling in love with her. // by rb
If only I could create art
half as beautiful as you are,
I’d blow your fucking mind.
—  // and maybe you would finally understand
Do you remember when we danced in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil? You wanted green tea. I wanted you.

Annie on my mind- Nancy Garden

Keeping you a secret- Julie Anne Peters

Leaving L.A.- Kate Christie

Me and you and daisies- Lily R. Mason

The world unseen- Shamim Sarif 

Wildthorn- Jane England

Tipping the velvet- Sarah Waters

Dare truth or promise- Paula Boock

And Playing the role of herself- K.E. Lane

Hunter’s Way- Gerri Hill

Ash- Malinda Lo

The price of salt- Patricia Highsmith

Patience & Sarah- Isabel Miller

The Gravity between us- Kristen Zimmer

Her name in the sky- Kelly Quindlen 

Taking the long way- Lily R. Mason

Fingersmith- Sarah Waters


Hell, how I wish you knew
that when we were lying outdoors,
under the stars,
and our two hearts
were beating the same rhythm,
they were both yours.
—  // 28 words poem

yesthegirlofmanyfandoms-part2  asked:

Hey! Do you have a list of books that feature sapphic ace characters/romance?? Or any recommendations??

I do have a few books with major characters on the ace spectrum! These are all on my current tbr list so I definitely recommend checking them out:

This is the best I could find for now so I hope you find at least something worth reading! :)

LGBT+ characters from the Shadowhunters show/books

Aline Penhallow- Lesbian

Anna Lightwood- Lesbian + Nonbinary

Ollie- Lesbian

Alec Lightwood- Gay

Ty Blackthorn- Gay (or bisexual)

Woolsey Scott- Gay

Michael Wayland- Bisexual

Magnus Bane- Bisexual

Helen Blackthorn- Bisexual

Mark Blackthorn- Bisexual

Kieran Kingson/Hunter- Bisexual

Meliorn- Bisexual

The Seelie Queen- Bisexual

Kit Herondale- Bisexual (or Pan)

Julian Blackthorn- Demisexual

Diana Wrayburn- Transgender (mtf)

Raphael Santiago- Asexual

I want
to tell you a story.
It’s about
a boy. He
sleeps on the other side
of this wall. He makes
a mean omelette.
You like it
and, sometimes,
you tell him as much.
You’ve never met him.
I say that
because ‘him’
implies you
actually saw him
and not a boy with
a girl’s face,
and ‘meet’ sounds
too simple
for what happened.
‘meet’ sounds like
you didn’t split
your knuckles
bruising his jaw
when you did
actually see him.
—  as long as we’re breathing (we’re screaming) // bluestruckholly
Take a deep breath.
Listen to the sound of your own heartbeat and just for now, stop worrying.
Stop overthinking those next weeks, the next exams at university or this thing which means a lot to you.
None of them will have the power to destroy you or make you fall.
Think of the last time you were proud of yourself.
Not your parents or your friends but YOU.
The last time it felt as if your heart would burst because of all the joy inside, think of the last night where you reached your bed lightheaded and fell asleep with a smile on your face and warmth in your stomach.
Behold this moment, this glorious feeling of appreciation your own deeds and acknowledged the effort you make each and every day.
You’re worth it.
—  // for those of you who need it most