sapphic//songs about __
Girls with a boyfriends
- your boyfriend by bloxx
- boyfriend by marika hackman
- girlfriend by kitty
- boyfriend by tegan and sara
- girlfriend by ria mae
- taking off all my clothes by heidi
Breakups
- talia by king princess
- 0108 by nakala
- strangers by halsey
- me & her by heavens to betsy
- curious by hayley kiyoko
- sheet stains by lauren ruth ward
- always this way by laura marling
- heartbroken forever by tender forever
- now im all messed up by tegan and sara
Bad Girls
- goth girls are easy by lesbian bed death
- dressed in black by gossip
- lesbian vampyres from outer space
- she’s a gun by the greeting committee
- woman dangerous by doria roberts
- rebel girl by bikini kill
- P.U.N.K girl by heavenly
- strong woman by jen cloher
Sex
- sweet girl by nicole dollanganger
- bitches by tove lo
- bang me box by miley cyrus
- box by siya
- holy by king princess
- i didn’t just kiss her by jen foster
Young love
- be my leia by the dollyrots
- red by miki ratsula
- sappho by frankie cosmos
- hold your hand by nicolette forte
- no kings by the total bettys
- say anything by girl in red
- hot like the room by my body
- gossip girl by grace vanderwaal
- sweet girl by nicole dollanganger
Old Love
- marry me by tender forever
- with a girl like you by thao
- eden with my eve by jen cloher
Bisexuality
- boys by maris
- carmen by lana del rey
- bad at love by halsey
- in or out by ani difranco
- think about girls sometimes by amber
- i wanna boyfriend with a car by kate nash
Lesbians
- I’ll never want a BF by bec sandridge
- i don’t do boys by elektra
- dyke march 2001 by le tigre
- dyke bars never last by sapphic lasers\
- blue collar sex kitten by lauren ruth ward
- the only dyke at the open mic by kate reid
Pining
- sleepover by hayley kiyoko
- jessie’s girl by mary lambert
- bestie by sizzy rocket
- daisy by zedd
- like me by chely wright
- veronica by daddy issues
- i want her by blind fury
- jenny by studio killers
- i wanna be your girlfriend by girl in red
Confidence
- B.I.G by caitlyn scarlett
- shade by iamddb
- ICY GRL by saweetie ft. kehlani
- boinked the bride by ember swift
- checking out your babe by tribe 8
- Q.U.E.E.N by janelle monae
Real People/Characters/Media
- edie windsor by zoë lewis
- the ellen page by partner
- marceline by willow
- carol by jen cloher
- fingersmith by jen cloher
Coming out/Homophobia
- homo song by mara levi
- room by palehound
- LGBT by lowell
- love is love by naz & ella
- love is love by starley
- married in london by janis ian
- pride by grace petrie
- this is me by jen foster
- gay sex by be steadwell
- not worth hiding by alex the astronaut
Butch/Femme
- drag king bar by bitch and animal
- femme bitch top by tribe 8
- only straight girls wear dresses by cwa
- dyke bars never last by sapphic lasers
- butch in the streets by tribe 8
- closet femme by kate reid
Running away
- greatness by jen foster
- chelsea lets go join the circus by agent R
- feminist housewives by bitch and animal
i quite like the mundane parts of being alive. theres magic in it. theres magic in breakfast, in hellos and goodbyes, in walking, in speaking and listening, in drinking water, in hugs and handshakes and kisses and nods, in microwaving leftovers and cooking from scratch, listening to a playlist, feeling the weather, turning on the lights, the comfort of your own bedroom, smoking and card games and locking up the house. all the rituals, all the routine, all the things we do out of necessity and all the things we do just because we want to… theres magic in all of it….
i want to date a girl i can just live life with. like really experience shit with and not give a fuck if we’re being stupid. i want to smoke weed and get drunk and stay up way too late talking to her. i want to dye and cut our hair without thinking about it first. i want to go out and dance all night and make out in the bathroom. i want to have impromptu road trips and sleep in shitty motels. i want to drive out in the middle of a field at midnight and lay on the roof of the car and just talk.
i feel like being able to be that real with someone, where you can be stupid and impulsive and they love you anyway and don’t judge you, and it doesn’t matter anyway because you’re together and experiencing each other, is really what i want from a relationship.
cinderella marries the prince
and it’s… fine. The prince is great! They’re in love, he’s very sweet and passionate, writing her poems and songs, giving her anything she wants. The time she spends with her husband is great.
but cinderella is not royalty, her family was noble but she never spent time in those circles. She’s used to being busy, she’s used to cooking and cleaning and mending. There are hours, days, where she has nothing to do.
time passes. cinderella learns the fancy lady type of needlework. Learns to ride horses. Reads a lot.
as is normal for royalty at the time, they travel and are hosted by nobles or stay at castles owned by the king. But even that variety begins to become routine. The prince is distracted, there’s a lot of young women living and working on their route. Daughters of nobles. Younger and prettier with soft hands that have never done a day’s work.
cinderella needs something to spend her time on, and there’s a part of her thinking a couple-only trip might get her husband’s attention again, so she suggests making an old castle that’s fallen into disrepair their “project.” It was built in the time when castles were made to be defensible, so it’s quite sturdy, but it’s overgrown and secluded. The prince doesn’t know why his family stopped living there either. A hundred years ago it was their summer home.
so they go. And they work. And for a while it’s great! But when they leave for winter cinderella’s husband forgets her once again. cinderella resolves to make the best of her life and stop worrying about a man who has gotten what he wanted from her.
summer comes again and this time cinderella goes alone to the old castle (minus staff, of course, but cinderella manages to narrow it down to only repair workers and one maid). She can cook and clean and mend again, but this time it’s her own choice. She is happy.
this summer they make more progress on repairs. The workers say that most of it can be salvaged, except one tower that’s been completely overgrown with vines and briars. It will have to come down, eventually, but for now it can be safely ignored.
cinderella has more free time now. The old castle has a surprisingly untouched library, though time and moisture have damaged many of the books. Behind a collection of greek poetry cinderella finds an old diary. Very old, in fact, at least a hundred years. It’s rude to read a diary, of course, but whoever wrote this is long dead, and cinderella is bored, so…
from the description of activities the author looks to have been nobility. Maybe even a princess. She’s sensitive and sweet and smarter than she seems to realize. If circumstances had been different cinderella wishes they could have been friends…
after the summer ends cinderella returns to her husband. He’s spending a lot of time with a young musician and cinderella can’t even work up the energy to care. She does some research about the castle and the family she’s married into, finds out the name of the princess who wrote the diary.
aurora. Cursed and forgotten. She died young, they say, in a plague that also took out the castle staff and her own parents. Luckily they avoided a succession crisis, but not so lucky for the dead.
time passes. cinderella goes to the old castle again and again, even out of season. Soon enough all that remains to be done is the old tower, and the builders say they should tear it down and fill the gaps before it gets cold.
one night cinderella is restless. The princess from the diary had been fond of that tower, and cinderella is far more attached to a dead woman than she ought to be. She gets out of bed, reads by candlelight, and finally goes to walk the empty halls.
she finds herself going to the tower. Pushing past the vines that don’t seem so troublesome really. They almost part before her. The stairs are perfectly intact, the door at the top is already cracked open. As if she should have done this years ago, cinderella steps into aurora’s bedroom.
she’s as beautiful as the stories say. And sitting under her hands, crossed across her stomach as it rises and falls, is a book of greek poetry.
years later, people will tell the story of cinderella as a cautionary one. Don’t seek above your station. Don’t marry for prestige. After all, a girl who grew up as a servant once married the crown prince, and disappeared after only three years. She ran away, they say, she couldn’t handle the lifestyle.
two old women who run a bookshop together agree with the lesson. Marrying for the wrong reasons never ends well. It’s best to wait for someone you have things in common with, shared interests.
or, failing that, the more linguistic of the two says, wait a decade or ten for someone to fall in love with you from your diary.
her partner laughs and hits her with the socks she is mending.
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