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@allysonmariehope
I'm going through some stuff in my life.
Decided to start a more mature (NSFW) tumblr to explore some adult life goals.
If you're over 18 and curious…
NO MINORS, PLEASE. Allyson. 33. California. Disabled. Hopeless Romantic. Dreaming of finding my forever person and getting pregnant. Pansexu
I will still update this tumblr. You just won’t find any (more) adult content here. 😛
I love all of you! I’m still here! 😛
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Reblog this if you are literally suprised when people find you attractive.
The Myth of Narcissus: A Lesson in Reflection
In the best-known version of the myth, Narcissus was a beautiful young man who was admired by many people, but he rejected everyone who loved him.
One of those people was Echo, a mountain nymph. Echo had been cursed by Hera so that she could no longer speak freely; she could only repeat the last words someone else said. When Echo fell in love with Narcissus, she tried to approach him, but he rejected her cruelly. Heartbroken, she faded away until only her voice remained — which is where the idea of an “echo” comes from.
Because Narcissus was so cold and arrogant toward those who loved him, the gods decided he should experience the same kind of impossible love. He was led to a pool of water, where he saw his own reflection and fell completely in love with it. He did not understand that the beautiful person in the water was himself.
Every time he tried to touch the reflection, it vanished. Still, he could not leave. He stayed beside the pool, staring at his own image, unable to eat, sleep, or move on. Eventually, Narcissus wasted away and died there. In some versions, the narcissus flower grew where his body had been.
Touché, Greece. Touché.
Sources: Ovid’s Metamorphoses, Book III; Theoi Project entries on Narcissus/Narkissos and Echo/Ekho.
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