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Poem for zoya:

'Daughter of the wind! ' they chanted. 'All hail to you, daughter of the sea! '

I'm not your queen, she wanted to scream.

only a soldier, maybe a general, but never a monarchy queen.

She wanted to be loved, instead she was feared;

Bodies trembled, when she set her feet.

Anticipating the wrath of the dragon, residing inside their queen.

She brought them a myth, that was only there eons ago

She brought them safety

If she could, bring the stars down to their tiny hands,

She would.

With her came peace, came prosperity

And they thought wars would be an eternity.

The loving Queen, the bringer of safety,

All hail to you.

nastasyafilippovnas

➳ Bonnie and Damon + ‘94 outfits

mrsbrekkerr

I truly truly ship Damon and bonnie

quotefeeling

“There’s still a piece of me that can’t let go of you.”

— Skylar Grey // White Suburban

metamorphesque

― Young-ha Kim, I Have the Right to Destroy Myself

[ text ID: Novels are food for the leftover hours of life, the in-between times, the moments of waiting. ]

whatnonsense

Kaz Rietveld Kaz Brekker

juansendizon

“I hope you realize that every day is a fresh start for you. That every sunrise is a new chapter in your life waiting to be written.”

— Juansen Dizon, Confessions of a Wallflower page 289

bunnyop

toanunnery

A Summer Morning

Rupert Bunny, 1897

0dmg

ancientsstudies

I must have flowers, always, and always. x

ancientsstudies

A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment. x

ancientsstudies

PERSEPHONE

Goddess of spring, flowers, death, life, vegetation, destruction and the Queen of the Underworld. She is the daughter of Zeus and Demeter. She became the queen of the underworld through her abduction by Hades, the god of the underworld, with the approval of her father, Zeus. Her mother, Demeter, in her misery, became unconcerned with the harvest or the fruitfulness of the earth, so that widespread famine ensued but because Persephone had tasted of a handful of pomegranate seeds she was forced to forever spend a part of the year with her husband in the underworld. Her annual return to the earth in spring was marked by the flowering of the meadows and the sudden growth of the new grain. Her return to the underworld in winter, conversely, saw the dying down of plants and the halting of growth.