Some People Are Born With Tornadoes In Their Lives, But Constellations In Their Eyes. Other People Are

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I will crave running barefoot through the grass or over the dancefloor whenever I slip into pretty shoes I don't mind pretty things, but I love wild things

Messy thoughts on paper

// we are stardust //

Perhaps we love those who remind us most of our favorite poems.

E. Grin (via written-in-pen)

Troubles x

Friendly reminder that one of Aphrodite’s epithets is Tumborukhos which means ‘Gravedigger’ and let’s not forget my personal favourites, Androphonos (Killer of Men), Enoplios (Bearing Weapons), Epitumbidia (She Upon the Graves) and Summakhia (Ally in War) so the next time you feel the need to underestimate the Goddess of love and consider Her a shallow, empty-headed bimbo, I urge you to think again.

Some of my favorite memories have your name written into their story.

2am (via 2am-spilledink)

“What is a queen without her king?” I don’t know, but let’s ask Cleopatra, Nefertiti, Hatshepsut, Sammuramat, Victoria, Elizabeth, Amina, Tzu-hsi and the countless other kingless queens who turned mere kingdoms into the greatest of Empires.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

PERSEPHONE Tell me darkness is all you’ve ever tasted. Tell me my lips are like ambrosia from Olympus.  Tell me this body is made of moon beams. Tell me the stars are woven in my hair. HADES Tell me your hands crave the feel of my fingers. Tell me that loving a monster is knowing the monster is nothing but a man. Tell me oblivion is not enough to tear you from me. Tell me the journey down to hell was worth it.

Things They Want to Hear // L.H.Z (via lhzthepoet)

Winter

Ice skating with someone you love, clinging onto them. Rosy cheeks. Frost on your eyelashes. Winter winds. Freezing hands. The crackling under your feet when you walk on the snow. Long socks. Elegant coats paired with mittens and scarves. Frozen landscapes. Feeling the cold air in your chest as you breath in. Those sunny days when you feel a little more awake.