Roses X

Please x

Why doesn't the moon love me back?

My Krios

..... and as he says my name, it feels as though the stars are not gleaming in the distance, rather they are dancing across my skin. A sky full of stars, his stars and he was staring at me. My Krios...

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)

Roses x

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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// glass //

That truly lifegiving cup of steamy tea in the morning

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.

// the revenge of aphrodite //