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@crloveturntoash
in the next life, let us not meet red strings cut by a shaking hand - we didn’t ask to be tied by fate in the next life, let us not be friends i don’t want to know your heart, or the weight I feel when it’s in my hands in the next life, let us be happy let us remain untainted by rose colored love covered in thorns in the next life, let us not meet, for a love as painful as this was never love at all.
c.r || cupid never asked
We are immortal, electricity crackling on our skin.
We are euphoric - crashing, collapsing, sunlight on our tongues.
We are gasping for air - so filled with life that we break.
Brilliantly burning Like shattering stars.
c.r || a memory of you(th)
we could have been heroes.
but your hand in my hand, even while the world burned, left me content with this ordinary life.
a nameless face a mundane story, buried in ashen rock and scarred earth.
but not yet.
now i am beautiful and immortal in the peace of your gaze, even as flames licked our feet
as ash swallowed the sun.
and i am content with this.
c.r || pompeii will be our tomb
The Evermore Grimoire: Mythology
Persephone (Περσεφονη meaning ‘Bringer of Death’) was the queen of the underworld and wife of the god Hades (god of the dead) in Greek mythology. She was also the goddess of spring and was worshipped alongside her mother Demeter (goddess of the harvest). When Persephone was playing in a flowery meadow with her Nymph companions, she was kidnapped by Hades and carried off to the underworld as his bride. Her mother despaired at her disappearance and searched for her throughout the world accompanied by Hecate (goddess of magic) bearing torches. When she learned that Zeus (king of the gods) had conspired in her daughter’s abduction she was furious, and refused to let the fruits of the earth grow until Persephone was returned. Zeus consented, but before she was released, Hades tricked her into eating six pomegranate seeds, which forced her to return for six months each year. When Demeter and her daughter were together, the earth flourished with vegetation. But for six months each year, when Persephone returned to the underworld, the earth once again became a barren realm.
artwork by Yliade
About embracing every phase of our journey
My toxic trait is that I truly believe I could win a fight against anybody if I was mad enough. U might have the strength and size but I have pure, unfiltered rage.
saw an ant on the bus today, what a horrible fate. moved an unfathomable distance from everything you've ever known because of forces you could never possibly understand. no matter how long you follow the pheromone trail you laid you'll never find your way home.
Did the spider that made a web in my cars mirror survive being barreled down the highway at light speed? Can insects feel fear in a way we understand? If I think too hard about this I start wondering if this is what the other side of a lovecraftian story looks like. An ant lost on the bus.
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“I’m not everything I want to be but I’m more than I was, and I’m still learning”
— Charlotte Erikkson
oh my god…………
Sanctificum, Chris Abani
ppl will conflate ‘children’s media’ w ‘bad/shallow media’ and then when they come across a bit of children’s media that’s good they’ll be like ‘aha this isn’t actually for kids!! loophole.’
this sentiment always reminds me of my grandfather, who would say that he hated musicals and then my grandmother would be like ‘but you love Gilbert and Sullivan’ and he’d insisted that Gilbert and Sullivan made OPERAS, thank you ):<
anyway. ‘Spirited Away’ is a children’s film. ‘The Little Prince’ is a children’s book. ‘A Wizard of Earthsea’ is regarded as a classic in its genre and a children’s book. its completely fine to continue enjoying children’s fiction as an adult and also, to be blunt, children deserve fiction that is good and has important things to say about the world.
emily henry was so evil for writing this and then leaving it in her silly little romance novel where i read it and then realized things about myself 🔪🔪🔪🔪
[text: All these years spent thinking that I had superhuman self-control, and now I realize I just never put anything I wanted too badly in front of myself. /end]
“It’s a frightening thought, that in one fraction of a moment you can fall in the kind of love that takes a lifetime to get over.”
— Beau Taplin
“When identity is derived from projecting an image in the public realm, something is lost, some core of identity diluted, some sense of authority or interiority sacrificed. It is time to question the false equivalency between not being seen and hiding. And time to reevaluate the merits of the inconspicuous life, to search out some antidote to continuous exposure, and to reconsider the value of going unseen, undetected, or overlooked in this new world. Might invisibility be regarded not simply as refuge, but as a condition with its own meaning and power? Going unseen may be becoming a sign of decency and self-assurance. The impulse to escape notice is not about complacent isolation or senseless conformity, but about maintaining identity, propriety, autonomy, and voice. It is not about retreating from the digital world but about finding some genuine alternative to a life of perpetual display. It is not about mindless effacement but mindful awareness. Neither disgraceful nor discrediting, such obscurity can be vital to our very sense of being, a way of fitting in with the immediate social, cultural, or environmental landscape. Human endeavor can be something interior, private, and self-contained. We can gain, rather than suffer, from deep reserve.”
— Akiko Busch, How to Disappear: Notes on Invisibility in a Time of Transparency. [bold text added by me.]
in the shallow waters
