a heart buried six feet under

let me fix the lie : nobody grabbed , nobody pulled — i jumped indie persephone & macaria of greek mythos written by xion renae

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goddamn right,   you should be scared of me

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»  rosescythe .

❛ it seems like it came straight out of a fantasy book … ❜ no grimm, it was a paradise. darkness was sparse, if any, and only to accent the beauty of the wondrous place.  ❛ it’s far from being normal, how … how did you make this place or — or did you make it ? ❜ her eyes return to the rose — haired woman in front of her, 

                ❛   partially   ❜     within the delicate grace of demeter’s candied sanctuary ,   she weaves her thistles   &   heliotrope belladonna as inherent sacrilegious scatterings amongst a hallow paradise once marvelled at   (  once upon a time ,   when she was young   &   foolish    /   when sunbred boys could catch her fancy ,   now she favours darker things  )    ❛   it’s mostly my mother’s work   ❜ 

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Flowers flowers flowers

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moodboards: Marya Morevna 

 I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

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you s TOP THAT AGAINST RIGHT THERE YOUNG'UN

also consider the relationship he can’t help but remember whenever he looks at her or hears her voice b ut she’d never know .    they’d have to start anew ,   from scratch ,   but could he put himself through that ,   especially considering it could never be the same   …   he’d look at her   &   see the girl he couldn’t save 

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»  canisbitch .

                                                     —— ah, mortal blood, dashed with GOLD.                            her stuttered breath, lost with WORDS and struggling to stay alive leaves him only regarding her presence with the faintest trace of curiosity. she does not run from HIS presence. ( NOR THE WOLF AT YOUR BECK AND CALL, SALIVA DRIPS FROM HIS MAW WHERE GOLDEN BLOOD WOULD POOL. ) keen ears catch footsteps, one, two, THREE, yet silver eyes do not shift from the girl’s presence. lips open at once, smog GATHERING in the air around the god. “ and why is that. ”

                a baptism in smoke ,  darkness shroud   —   strange as it is ,   it brings comfort against the rampant fear .   but o’ how it flares when she hears them draw near ,   their footsteps a haunted reckoning as she adopts a complete halt  :   breath stills   /   she does not dare move ,   her heart willed to stop as though its beat alone might betray .    her voice comes a wary whisper ,   even she strains to hear herself against the stagnant quietude    ❛   ...   they wish me dead   ❜    &   O’ ,   I KNOW ,   DEATH WILL COME ONE DAY ,   THOUGH I EVADE IT RELENTLESSLY ,   IT IS MY FATE

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character aesthetic ☼ the seeker

❝ every day i discover more and more beautiful things. it’s enough to drive one mad. i have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it. ❞

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Season Opposites Aesthetic ; Dark Spring

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this shit’s gonna take forever to complete

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she changed like the moon, sometimes little more than a ghost, barely there a remnant of what she truly was, and sometimes, she shone so bright she took my breath away dazzling with a fervour unmatched.

h.s. (via ravcncycle)

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look  @  my new daughter

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Isn’t it scary to be ready to die at such a young age ?

12:51 (via fragilefated)