Does Anyone Else Have The Problem Of Being Really Confident And A Badass Type Of Person, But Blushing
Does anyone else have the problem of being really confident and a badass type of person, but blushing from the slightest thing? Like sometimes you can just look at me and I'll blush, but I'm really not shy or anything??
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#WeirdNorwegianFacts
In Norwegian we don’t say married we say “gift” which also translates to poison, and I think that is beautiful
(i) aphrodite spends her nights stumbling out of bars the hands of unfamiliar men wrapped around her waist. she smells like hard liquor and cigarette smoke. when dusk turns to dawn she’s always the first to leave. always running. It’s better this way, safer this way. (ii) artemis traded in her bow and arrow for a gun. she still hunts she just hunts a different kind of prey now. she goes out at dusk and comes back home at dawn. bruised and bloody. a few bullets missing from her gun. somewhere buried deep in the body of a man who wore cruelty as if it were a second skin. who did not take no for an answer. (iii) persephone first saw hades in a club. He was the kind of boy her mother had warned her about. Boys like that her mother had said are nothing but trouble. but persephone had never minded trouble very much. she walked up to him her lips painting a shade of pomegranate and asked if she could buy him a drink.
modern goddesses part one (via bye1997)
// the tales we tell //
Perhaps we love those who remind us most of our favorite poems.
E. Grin (via written-in-pen)
Troubles x
When julebrus comes out before halloween:
Intelligence
I honestly feed on intelligence. I love deep thoughts, crazy ideas and passion for knowledge. It's so underestimated, it's sad.
X maybe
Red and yellow lockscreens
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)
