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Is this how you roll?

“so maybe this bridge was always meant to burn / maybe we were handing the matches back and forth back and forth / waiting for someone to strike out / waiting for someone to say / okay this is enough / I need to see some light / I need to see some flames / let’s set this ablaze and not call the police / let’s close our eyes and run opposite ways / I think I need to get away from you for awhile / I think I need to make sure I can never come home to you again.”

— where did the fire go / it never kept us warm– lily rain

We belonged to each other, but had lived so far apart that we belonged to others now.

André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name (via terxture)

Immortality

Immortality. Tell me, is it worth it?

Is it worth it, proud Hera of marriage, to watch divorce become the norm, to watch marriage become a farce?

Is it worth it, lovely Aphrodite of love, to watch people fall in fake love, to watch the mortals police what kind is allowed?

Is it worth it, brilliant Athena of wisdom, to watch them misuse your gift, to use their minds to hurt others?

Is it worth it, mystic Persephone, to watch your flowers wither in the too hot spring sun, to watch more and more souls collect on the bank of Styx?

Is it worth it, pure Hestia, to watch families become chaotic, to watch more and more mortals living without a home?

Is it worth it, wild Artemis, to watch your forests be reduced to twigs, to watch the creatures you so sacredly pursue become endangered?

Is it worth it, mother of nature Demeter, to watch the earth suffer, to watch it bleed sickness and pollution?

Is it worth it, powerful Hecate, to watch the mortals forget about the magic in everything, to watch the little witch in young girls’ eyes burn out sooner and sooner?

Is it worth it, you pitiful mortals, to be forsaken and forgotten just as you forsake and forget?

Immortality. Was it worth it?

–Selcouth-Saudade

Bringing sexy back - Vikki Dougan walking down the street, 1950.

i am terrified that twenty years from now i will still look back and feel an ache when i remember the boy who broke my heart all those years ago. and i’ll somehow still miss you. but for you, i’ll probably be just one of the many girls you dated when you were young. you’ll look back and only remember a foggy memory of me; my face, a blurry vision in your mind.

— i think i’ll miss you forever

50s Girl

My dream is to marry a man who treats me like a man would treat his wife in the 50s. Like his. Like I belong to him. And I want to be that stay-at-home wife who cooks meals and cleans the house and wears dresses every day. I want him to take me dancing. Not to some club but to somewhere nice. I want him to get angry when he thinks I’m flirting with someone else or that someone is flirting with me. I want him to be commanding and let me know who’s boss. I want him to show me off to all his buddies cause he wants to make them jealous. I want a man who’s proud to be my man and loves his little wife