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In some versions of the story it wasn’t the sun that Icarus flew too close to- it was the ocean with it’s tantalizing blue depths and salt water that stripped his wings of glue and down down down he fell sinking into the waves no one ever taught him how to swim. in some versions of the story Persephone walked into the underworld with her head held high eyes forward ready to take and take and take she stole the pomegranate seeds and when Hades found out he was furious and sent her away but every six months the seeds brought her back to the gate and a crown made of thorns grew on top of her head and she was queen. in some versions of the story Artemis fell in love with a mortal and when he broke her heart she grew cold and unfeeling not even her brother could pull her from her darkness there are days when she still finds herself at the windowsill waiting waiting waiting for her lover to return knowing he’s with another. in some versions of the story Medusa grew lonely she lived in a garden of statues and no one came to visit anymore and all she wanted was someone to love she became angrier and angrier at the cursed serpents on her head until one day she grabbed gardening shears and one by one by one chopped off the heads of the snakes but with their life force went hers and they bled out together and with a knowing look in her eyes she faded away. in some versions of the story the Gods and monsters and legends are still among us in churches and diners and battlefields they sit hunched over on dirty porch steps with cigarettes in their hands or across from you as a dinner date they have become us in more ways than one in some versions of the story the myths never faded from our minds because they are still in front of our eyes and you are the main character you are the reason we are all still here.

You’ll never know how much you mean to the stars– Lily Rain (via wont-time-love-us)

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When you think of Persephone you think of the lost girl who was tricked by the lord of the underworld. You don't think of the girl who knew what the pomegranate was for but ate it anyway The girl with lust in her eyes and a freedom in her soul The girl trapped by the expectation of her heritage She could stay but she knew her mother would burn the world down in order to bring her back So she rose from a throne of bones and death and returned life to the world 6 long months spend in the sun dreaming of the dark and the cold beneath the earth taking it's life force with her. Dreaming of him and the night spent whispering everything and nothing to each other on the banks of the river styx's Collecting souls like she once collected flowers in full bloom.

late night thoughts 

i danced with dionysus with wine-misted eyes and skin sticky with glitter.

i kissed hermes behind a 7/11 in a country whose name I don’t remember.

i caught hekate’s eye in the misty glint of the scrying crystal i hide from my roomate.

apollo touched my hand in the midst of a concert, deaf and blind and wide awake.

i winked at aphrodite as she twirled across the room, lips painted pink and confetti in her hair.

the gods are dead but their shadows wander through us.

lock eyes with a mortal and they’ll find you.

Boyfriend

Some girls say they don’t need a man. Some girls say men and women should be treated equally. A lot of girls don’t think boys should be protective or get jealous. Not me. I can’t go a day without asking my dad, brothers, or guy friends to help me. I definitely need a man. I don’t really feel the need for men and women to be treated equally. I want a relationship where I am my man’s little woman straight out of the 50s. And I daydream all the time about a man who will beat up anyone who he feels is hurting me or hitting on me without a second thought. I want a man who will fight other guys for me. And win. I’m looking for a man. Not a boy.

“There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.”

The Picture of Dorian Gray | Oscar Wilde

There’s a graveyard inside my mouth because I buried all these words before they had a chance to leave my lips, and I promise I’ve tried to dig them out, but they’ve turned into skeletons that can’t make a sound.

Alexa Evangelista, the book i’ll never finish writing  (via vodkakilledtheteen)

“He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.” - Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil

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