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bebemoon

dreaming eli rtw autumn 2o26, london .

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by yizheng ke

laitcc

I’ll write your name in every font,

count the freckles on your body like grains of sand.

Hum to your favorite song as I dance in my underwear,

paint you a picture of our favorite place.

Ill hold your hand when you’re sick,

and fall when you do.

Just please promise me,

you’ll love me back fully—

wholly.

cuteys

desimarianne

I raise my own hell and I do it most eloquently. —Notes from Circe

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snehadarkacademia

3,4 and 6 from @hozierarthistory

kritastrophe

and they had this in common: that they were feared, hated, desired, and worshiped - woman hating, a.d.

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V E S P E R

he has a hand down your trousers and a tongue down your throat, licks a sugar-butter path from your lips down to your navel, suffocating, too many loves, too much hunger, you moan, thighs open

C A I P I R I N H A

he drains you, skin to skin, you have sweet peach stuck to your gums, eyelids flutter closed, he murmurs promises to your hip bones and drags his teeth over the arch, you laugh, fuck, lost

M A I T A I

the light has teeth at your veins, splintering kaleidoscope colours in bright turquoise and emerald green, he cites a monologue that was never meant to be performed between starving souls and nightclub restrooms

M O J I T O

his skin smells like spices and blood, all the same, your throat is hoarse from the slick-sweet touch of his tongue, shamelessness radiates from you in waves, you both reek of alcohol and sex and something bitter, something worth dying for

D A I Q U I R I

you slam into him as if his body is salvation and you are the prayer, all your sinews quiver, he bites down on your neck, the pain bulges, you shout at the shadows - he is the answer

Everquiet

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Like a noose around my neck, The Fates have tied a string to you and me. It tightened around my roots and pulled me from the ground long enough for you to put the pomegranate seeds in my mouth. And I should want to make you bleed dear Hades, but all I keep on thinking is how good the darkness tastes to me. And when Spring has sprung, I’ll use my powers to grow my roses with the sharpest of thorns, and you won’t know what is happening until I make you bleed.

Love, Persephone| CAMBRIA COVELL| I’VE GOT AN INVISIBLE STRING AND ITS COVERED IN THE JUICE OF POMEGRANATE SEEDS

youmakemefeellikeaperson

you are not an angel,

you are a girl

the gods have thrown stones at.

-

you were weaned

on pomegranate seeds

and broken promises.

a child destined

to fly into the sun.

-

(You never stood no chance)

-

you braided your hair

and bloodied your hands

while climbing Mount Olympus.

plead all you want,

you’ll never get your wings back.

-

foolish girl with

lightening bolts for tears.

they don’t want your

half blood love.

-

you are not an angel.

you were never meant to be holy,

you were meant to burn.

-the unwanted daughter of Zeus

d.n.

bipercabeth

fuck you for making me believe i was anything like what you said i was. i spent an entire year putting your needs before my own, and when i finally said the water was too deep, you said a real friend would drown alongside you. i told you self-sacrifice is not romantic and you said, “then sink.”

— e.a.

antoniettabrandeisova

The Ball, Gaston La Touche

c. 1889

poemsforpersephone

what if when icarus fell apollo caught him before he hit the sea, arms as warm as the sun, but safer.

what if when ariadne cast the rope across a broken branch aphrodite stepped in with a reminder that this, this is not the kind of love you die for.

what if when achilles was ready for war ares appeared with a smile and said “you win well when you win, but what are you unwilling to lose if you lose?” and achilles knew the answer.

if you could retell the tale wouldn’t you want to tell it kinder? wouldn’t you want to give them peace, even love, where you could?