Some of my favorite memories have your name written into their story.
2am (via 2am-spilledink)
//prayers to Aphrodite was scattered like ashes of offering across your bedroom floor//
Aphrodite, please grant me the grace to love myself and value my needs instead of relying those who do not value me. To remain steadfast in my resolves. To you I dedicate not only my outward appearance, but the beauty within my soul as well
In Norwegian we don’t say married we say “gift” which also translates to poison, and I think that is beautiful
Demeter never was fond of Hades why should she be lord of the dark, lord of the dead what a fearsome title he wore took his beloved down below and raised her up high made her a queen made her happymade her giggle and smile and blossom in a way summer never could Demeter didn’t see that Demeter didn’t want to see that only saw her pain only saw her lonelinessonly saw her he tricked her he fooled her he stole herhe saved her he loved her he completed her she never liked me either i think i can sympathize a little i’m no lord of the dead but i think i can sympathize a little
m. (via flightiestofbroads)
You are unexplored, unusual and frighteningly beautiful.
Nikita Gill (via thelovejournals)
- snow covered mountains and landscapes - those mild sunny days now and then - fireplace keeping us warm from dawn till midnight - a massive, plush bed with quilts and duvets to keep out the coldness - rosy cheeks - warm steamy tea or hot cocoa - faux fur throws all over the house for extra warmth when needed - scarves, coats, beanies and gloves the way only Scandinavians know how to wear fashionably - winter lights - frost on the bedroom window - seeing your frozen breath outside - a true winter wonderland