Always X

You are unexplored, unusual and frighteningly beautiful.

Nikita Gill (via thelovejournals)

I. What a tragedy it is Two lonely beings Knitted together By neither desire nor love Only pain And cruel destiny And the seed of a pomegranateII. What a tragedy it is A daughter of life Of flowers, of soft spring and sweet summer Forever sentenced to be deprived Of melancolic autumn and frosty winter It isn’t fair But then again Life rarely isIII. And he Prince of the dead, first son of time Ever dark and alone Has anyone ever wondered If he was lonely Down in his quiet home Has anyone ever wondered If he wanted to reign On what his brothers had left him(IV. Two opposite souls Brought together by silent fate It is no tragedy Simply what was supposed to happen As fire and water dance As day and night merge Knitted together Creating a love Made of thorns and sunflowers Creating a love Made for legends and eternity)

2am mythology poetry; some people just deserve a happy ending (via moreofachaserr)

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(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 //

Roses x

Roses X

Her x

“Her eyes, a labyrinth even Theseus cannot escape.”

-DY // an eight word story // I am hopelessly lost, even with Ariadne’s string

Never x

I feel the passion and wilderness in my fingertips and carved into my bones

Messy thoughts on paper

X us

Outline lockscreens

I’ll hurt you, and maybe I won’t feel guilty, but by the time I do, it’ll be too late. So before that happens, move on, find someone else to love, because right now, it won’t be me.

2am (via 2am-spilledthoughts)

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