literature and writers

Do not go looking for love in a man who acts like a boy and treats you like you are one of his toys.
—  Tenari Ioapo

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) was a poet and playwright, winner of the 1923 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. She was also awarded the Robert Frost Medal in 1943, for her lifetime contributions to American poetry.

Her poetry often explored issues of femininity and sexuality, such as the love between women in The Lamp and the Bell. She was named as one of the 31 Icons of 2015 by the Equality Forum, for LGBT History Month.

I am really enjoying Rebecca, by Daphne du Maurier, and the whole Gothic Romance genre in general (Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights, The Mysteries of Udolpho, etc.) I love the dark, mysterious, supernatural elements, and all of the drama!

Does anyone have any recommendations for Gothic novels similar to those mentioned above, that are written by women? I’m still plugging away at my Read Women book list, and I don’t want to break my streak.

Black coffee, black ink, and black screen.
Black midnight sky - but what black means
is different for you than for me,
is different per eye like an orb
for scrying. These talkative pools
are echo chambers of silence.
A sip, a word, a single star -
disturb the surface to find you
self.
—  a pensive
And she lived in fear of the fact that someone might call her beautiful, a word she believed she was unworthy of. Her face, it was beautiful. But, her soul was beautiful as well, her poise, her laugh, her personality, her love. It was all beautiful.
—  From A Book I’ll Never Write #42
I didn’t realise that cruel was a colour until I saw you wear it so well. I didn’t realise judgment was a shade of lipstick until I heard the viciously colourful words from yours lips as they fell.
—  Nikita Gill
That feeling when you miss someone so much not knowing if they miss you or even think of you at all.
—  Tenari Ioapo // Thoughts that kill you.

So let me tell you about this guy I know, he is so perfect in every way humanly possible. Not only in physical form but his heart is so beautiful, so delicate, so pure and so big.

He makes the simplest of things seem interesting, the most plain things appear beautiful. He makes me smile and laugh so hard my own stomach can’t contain it.

He makes me feel so special not because he makes me feel wanted but he makes me feel needed. He makes me feel like as if i’m an irreplaceable woman. He has restored hope and kindness into my heart.

He is the type of guy you meet and hope for your dear life you won’t ever lose him. He is the sunrise in the morning, the breath of fresh air and the calm after the storm.

He is the prince every girl dreams about, he is magnetic I just can’t help but find myself attached to him. He is like an addiction I can’t seem to get enough of and only crave more of him.

He is not only my lover, he is my bestfriend, my soulmate, my future, the one I want to buy a house with, raise a family with, build an empire with.

He is love, he is hope
Without him, i simply,
Would not cope.

I love him.

—  Tenari Ioapo // Happy Valentine’s Day my love.

I like to spend time with you and learn more about you, i like hearing what you have to say and I like that you listen to what I have to say. I like being myself around you and knowing that you won’t judge me.

I like watching pointless viedos with you, eating bad food with you, I like taking candid photos of you. I like video calling you, going on spontaneous dates with you.

I like who you are and love that you aren’t afraid to show the world I’m your lady, I love that you love me in all the ways I believed I was unworthy of.

—  Tenari Ioapo