my favourite thing about the story of hades and persephone is that the story grew up with us.
i think most of us, when we were young girls ourselves, heard that first, most tragic version of the story: persephone, the innocent child of spring, who wandered into a dark, terrible place, and ate of a cursed garden. hades, meanwhile, was cast as a shadowy, grasping seducer, looming from the darkness: here he stood, the god of riches, of gemstones and bones, of cold, dead things, who wanted to snatch a little bit of sunlight for himself.
and then came the second version of the story, when we were older, not so much a change in narrative as it was of perspective: we heard about zeus raping leta, we read the way medusa was cursed for being raped by poseidon, we read about athena’s jealousy when she was outwoven by arachne, about hera tossing little hephaestus down a cliff because he wasn’t as beautiful as a god ought to be.
once more, we considered hades: the youngest of the trinity, free of spite and hatred and fits of rage, running an empire greater than his brothers’ together, with little ego and quiet efficiency. a god who only took one wife, only loved once, and then too: wholly, completely.
like something not out of a horror movie, but perhaps, indeed, a fairytale.
then the third turn, when we had grown older, acquired a veneer of cynicism, suffered boys who never grew to men, when we realized that the only way our sexuality would not be annexed was if we conquered it ourselves.
then came kore, the woman of spring, who found in hades a quiet, dark refuge, away from demeter’s wrath and hungry possession, away from the squabbles of those tiresome, reckless gods. the girl who fell in love with darkness. the goddess whose spirit was of renewal and rebirth, and still flourished in the heart of the underworld, the duality of her nature only serving to highlight her strength.
hades remained as he ever was, unchanging, like death itself. but persephone grew, acquired facets and beauty in her change, spring given form in metaphor and mythology.
hades and persephone grew with us. that’s why they’re powerful. that’s why they’re loved.
okay so if you need more veggies/fruit, protein or fibre (bc most people do NOT eat enough) in your diet but you struggle to do so, hear me out:
look up recipes (especially snack recipes) that are child/toddler/baby-friendly
i can guarantee there is a woman with a cooking blog out there who has found away to pack a bunch of vegetables into a surprisingly delicious little snack for her kids. this process has never failed me when i feel like i am not eating enough fruits and veggies. my entire flat is eating spinach muffins at the moment, which doesn’t sounding particularly appealing to most people and yet somehow. they’re delicious.
Gryffindor
The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas
Henry V by William Shakespeare
Beowulf
War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
Profiles in Courage by John F. Kennedy
The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank
Histories by Herodatus
Democracy in America by Alexis de Tocqueville
Hufflepuff
East of Eden by John Stenbeck
Othello by William Shakespeare
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare
Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse
Love In the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
White Fang by Jack London
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith
Ravenclaw
Farenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri
The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
The Brief, Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz
Animal Farm by George Orwell
Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
The Odyssey by Homer
Middlemarch by George Eliot
Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
Slytherin
The Art of War by Sun Tzu
All the King’s Men by Robert Penn Warren
Hamlet by William Shakespeare
The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
The Autumn of the Patriarch by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
Macbeth by William Shakespeare
Dracula by Bram Stoker
I recently started journaling and for some reason I feel a lot less anxious and I get things done?
Snow falling, bittersweetness, dancing in the dark on nimble feet, stillness and unsettling quiet with your mind beginning to become curious
really ambitious, like actually ambitious. love/hate relationship with studying. not showing emotions. reading a lot. also procrastinating a lot. collects stuff. very picky about fashion. activist. loves harry styles. favourite colour is definitely dark green. tons of flowers and succulents all over their room. painted nails. has a strong opinion. prefers school over home. wants a typewriter for the dramatic effect. dark clothes are superior. little, dark cafes and libraries. writes with black pens only. notebook collector.
Shout out to all the kids who are really good at acting and theater because they’re so used to changing their personality constantly be it parental struggles or just morphing depending on who you’re with
everyone who reblogs this before 03-30-2020 gets a book recommendation based on their blog in their inbox
and i as well, my love, hold the same
is pirate a potential career
please
I beg of thee
let me be a pirate standing on the bough of a ship leaning out with my hair blowing on the wind without a care in the world, my chaotic evil radiating out from me across the dark stormy sea as I wander about, drifting with the tides with a quill in my hand and a never fading smirk upon my face
Hello! Just your local chaos gremlin. Twenty year old lesbian figuring things out.
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