The Only Sin is Hate

They/Them. 18. Pagan (obvs). Rule no. 1- NO HATE! Credit to Pintrest for my pfp <3 Colors- Halsey Family Line- Conan Gray

[girlwith1braincell]

when i say straight ships are boring never ever am i talking about these lovely ships right here

[zer0brainc3lls]

These ships mean the world to me guys yall don’t understand!!!

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[aphroditedevotee13]

Or my brain 🫡

[reyreadersblog]

There is just something about the couples that fell in love while solving a mystery.

[aphroditedevotee13]

Like who’s not actually in love 🥰

[wroteyouathing]

𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦

[pmamtraveller]

By Grace Liu

[aphroditedevotee13]

yo gimmie some this mood 🍷

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Rosa

OC by @greenfinchg-illustration

Drawn for Artfight ~

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Look at the incredibly cute attack I got.

[aphroditedevotee13]

The Mirror

The mirror reflects

A skin

That is not my own

The mirror reflects a sin 

That I cannot

Contain

The mirror is

Breaking

Inside my brain

Telling me how to refrain

From everything 

I know

The mirror is

reflecting

Scars on my arms

Almost faded, yet

They still feel like

The harm they use to bleed

The mirror is tracing

Shadows on my skin

Bruised and marks

From another’s

Sin 

My fragile heart

Is racing

From the danger of a tiger

The memory of a horde 

Of bees

Nails digging just as deep

As a bees stints

Bricks fall into place

Covering a trust

I use to give

With haste

But even now,

My family cannot earn

The trust they use to

Contain

This is

My fate

Failed trust and

Broken graves

From the shadows of

My mirrors glass

That trace paths

That no longer are

The same

[aphroditedevotee13]

Someday

You are my favorite someday

A promise of a life I’ve yet to live

You glow in the future

So close

Yet so far

The Odysseus to my Penelope 

The flame to my mouth

The forever to my mortal life

You are my future

The only definite part

The rest will be guided with you

Dreams and arguments

Perfection in this cold and cruel world

You are my favorite someday

The future I want to see

The beauty of this world

Surrounds thee

My world fabricates around you

Don’t let me go

Because you’re my someday

A future I’ll wait to see

The only person 

Worth it to me

[aphroditedevotee13]

It’s a thing

Disclaimer: I will refer to the Later-Day saints as Mormon, just for a wider understanding. Please note every one I’ve talked to has expressed preference to be refered to as a Later-Day Saint.

So I’m dating a Later-Day saint/Mormon. Have been for a year-ish. It’s actually really great, but it’s hard to get into the faith. Like, I try- hard. But every time it’s something new, that’s feels so primarily wrong to me. Married in the temple. Can’t transition, can’t marry gay, can’t can’t can’t. Fuck, it’ll be hard to do my own religious stuff because alcohol and alters and everything. And they’re stubborn- like- stuuuuuborn. But I love them for it- even if sometimes I feel they don’t listen, I try my best to give them respect I don’t commonly get. And honestly? I’ve learned a lot! As much as you want to hate on them, they have some good values (commonly manipulated to become negative- but the base value is there!) They don’t condone violence. They don’t participate in substances. They prioritize the young, as well as familys (to a terrifying degree, but it’s still there). So even as a Hellenistic person, I see parts to cherish. Book of Mormon is the sketch and I low key hate it with a burning passion but that’s okay. Just remember when you’re hating on the LDS (Mormons) or really any other faith, those people are also only humans- and who are we to judge another for something we ourselves cannot truly cannot know?

[aphroditedevotee13]

Meet me!

TW THIS ENTIRE BLOG FOR TRAUMA, SA, AND RELIGION

hey I’m Aphroditedevotee13, you can call me Ghost! This is not my main, so I can’t follow back or do stuff that normal acc’s can. I plan to blog about trauma, poetry, faith, self love, other love, and really whatever strikes my fancy! I am pagan, may make a post how I came to worship my gods. Who knows. If you have questions feel free to ask, and I may answer! If you know how to separate accounts so I can make this blog independent lol. Im so happy to be here and low key giving myself therapy :3 Live laugh and love yourself!

[loveridden1999]

[eptck]

you have to be kinder to people with memory issues.

you have to be kinder to people who are slow processors.

you have to be kinder to people who don't understand your jokes.

you have to be kinder to people who forget important dates.

you have to be kinder to people with cognitive decline.

you have to be kinder to people who were always this way, too.

you have to be kind. you have to be kind.

[aphroditedevotee13]

as someone who struggles with most of those, please follow this 🙏 Kindness never hurt the individual it’s faced to.

[aphroditedevotee13]

You forgot me

you passed me over

After sobbing in the parking lot

He broke your heart

He made you a corpse

I saw you after

Your heart-

In two

Not yet dead

But you send each other to

An early grave

Not yet dead

And I scream in rage

You pass me by

Again and again

For the other one,

Until you're back with me

Crying in the parking lot

Hurried talks on the way to lunch 

Not yet dead

And still- I cry

Because how many times

Must we all die

Not yet dead

Still, we rot

From the damage

The other brought

Kinda let loose and went off my normal, but omg how long do I need to let you pass me over and use my success as a stepping stone? I’ve given all I got, and you don’t even bother to text back anymore. Thanks I guess. My use has been used once more 😭 I’ll post something else later today

#Failed friendship#Best friends#poetry#i tried#tw vent

[aphroditedevotee13]

This is not about Grapes

I do not like grapes

Not green

Not red

No unicorn covered

Skin

I do not like

Peeling grapes

I do not like how

Slick their skin is

With such poisonous sin

I do not like

The knives you need

On your fingers

To make the grape

Not scream

I do not like 

grapes

In fact

I think I would like

If more people could believe

How grapes feel

Between your teeth

I do not think

Grapes

Should be allowed

Grapes!

I hate them

All perfect and round

People say

Grapes are sweet

I think they

Are lying

I do not like grapes

You do not understand

How disgusting their slime is

On your skin

In fact

The residue they leave

Forces you to bleed

For years after that bite

Grapes

I hate them

No one would believe it

If I said it to their face

I do not trust other fruit

Because grapes

Ruined my day

[aphroditedevotee13]

So Maybe I Didn’t Believe in Love Anymore

TW: LOVE, TRAUMA, MENTAL ABUSE

I stopped believing in love. It was fake- not real- a tool wielded to ruin the lives of those who believed it. Not because I wanted to, and not because I woke up one morning and decided affection was overrated. It happened slowly, like erosion- but I remember the moment it cracked. It started, a soft wearing‑down of trust, a gradual thinning of hope, a silence that grows louder each day, each month, each year. 

It was a collection of betrayals, fractures, whispered threats, and the kind of loneliness you can feel even when someone is standing right next to you- you know the type. It was the way “love” was used like a leash, the way affection came with conditions, the way safety was promised and never delivered. It was the way people said family like it was a blessing, friends like a promise, and forever like a vow- even when it felt more like a warning.

And then I lost it all in the locker room- and seven months later again in the bathroom.

And that’s when it ended- Love was a lie if I was forced to live my life scared by another’s hate.

I didn’t stop believing in love because I was cold.

I stopped believing because I was tired, assaulted, and bruised.

Tired of being told that pain was normal, that being betrayed was expected, that fear was devotion, that silence was respect. Tired of watching people use “love” as an excuse for cruelty.

So yeah, I didn’t believe in love anymore- because I lost myself. Trauma has a way of convincing you that you’re unlovable, even when you’re trying your hardest to be.

So here’s the thing I’m still learning:

Not believing in love was never the end of me.

It was a pause.

A moment of survival disguised as years of hating myself, not trusting myself, not loving anymore.

Because even when I said I didn’t believe in love, I still wanted it. Even when I swore it didn’t exist, I still searched for it. Even when I felt numb, some part of me still reached out in the dark.

I don’t believe in that love anymore.

But maybe—slowly and quietly—I’m learning to believe in something else.

A love that doesn’t suffocate, bruise, and punish me for being human.

Maybe I didn’t believe in love anymore. But now I’m learning to believe in myself enough to try again. And maybe that’s where real love starts- with the self.

Next post; my journey into faith? (We shall see)

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Cosign.