i am not the story you have been told

i am not pure nor powerless i am not your fantasy of an innocent you can corrupt you think he took me? you think i knew not what i did when i laughed and placed those crimson seeds upon my tongue…? excerpt from “Persephone Speaks” - amrita47 via https://powerpoetry.org/ • formerly cravehiminallways212 welcome to my new space • f | married | US not interested not looking (this is not a challenge) • gen X empath and tired of everyone’s shit snarky and opinionated as fuck • USN veteran • moderate conservative (just added this—i’ll wait..) i don’t care on which side of the fence you reside but take your extreme hate and intolerance elsewhere you gots the drama— keep it the fuck away from here #patriot #2A #fight me #fight #iseered • NSFW - ish/21+ or GTFO be nice or fuck off… • avatar credit: midori yamada

[slobbering]

Robin Isley

[persephone-sighed]

Feel my passion,

Taste my desire,

Unite and intertwine our emotions,

Dare to be one with me,

I in return will allow you to touch my soul.

- Truth Devour

[persephone-sighed]

Happy 250th Anniversary! ❤️🇺🇸

[in-love-with-movies]

Back to the Future (1985)

[weather-pics-and-stuff]

[oldwinesoul]

[nettles-and-petals]

[lacetulle]

Hamda al Fahim | August Dress

[sentierscolores]

[sumisa-lily]

Hey @persephone-sighed I'm loving these too!

[persephone-sighed]

Gorgeous, @sumisa-lily! 🩷

[smithsonianlibrariesarchives]

A variety of insects from L. Maillard's Notes sur l'île de la Réunion (Bourbon) (1862). Full text here.

[javabeachvibe]

[sirenaromana]

Hello Spring.

Time for Sunday lunches in the garden. Tempo di pranzi domenicali in giardino.

[bluewillowmoon]

“Do not wait

for any man to come and gather you
the wildflower doesn’t beg the bee.

They will watch you wither
in the drought of desire 

and call your fading 
proof you were never gold.”

— Allison Bothley, from “Do Not Wait,” MockingHeart Review (vol. 11, no.2, Spring/Summer 2026)

[principessa-6]

[jojadoja1]

[persephone-sighed]

She loved the sea. She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of the horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above. It made her feel small, but free as well.

- George R.R. Martin

[luckylucullus]

[beautiful-contrast]

[thememedaddy]

[persephone-sighed]

@sexygrammaticalerrors… 😆