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#i had a good deal of drafts here but ----#discouraged bc of my loss of icons and just feeling persephone is overdone why do i even try #so hello and goodbye back 2 logging off sorry firends ill be back in a day or so maybe fml #❁┊ ❛ OUT OF.

ofhouseadama

#u-used-to-call-me-on-my-cell-phone #❁┊ ❛ BOTH DEATH AND THE MAIDEN.#❁┊ ❛ QUEUE ARE MADE OF DARKNESS.

just a post to say i’m not abandoning persephone! it was a busy week b/t the holidays and therefore extra bump in business at work, as well as my cousin just got married, as well as i lost my psd and all my icons! i think i’m probably just going to go to basic icons on here because i have to redo e v e r y t h i n g. but weekends are hard for me to concentrate on more than one blog as well. i’ll be back when i can, but on top of all that shit i have a lot of irl bullshit ihave to focus on too.

#❁┊ ❛ OUT OF.#i ! honestly need to focus on the idea of by jan. being moved out so #on top of all that pls i just -sweats-

goneg0-deactivated20230705

I am half child, half ancient.

(via diosadealma)

#❁┊ ❛ SHE HAS BEEN A PRISONER SINCE SHE HAS BEEN A DAUGHTER.#❁┊ ❛ WRITTEN WORD.#❁┊ ❛ O MUSE.#❁┊ ❛ ORIGIN STORIES.#❁┊ ❛ QUEUE ARE MADE OF DARKNESS.

dobbuscay

when you are a young child amongst the immortality of gods you ask your mother about love and she tells you to just make your flowers grow. love is in the ground you bloom. you are a beautiful daughter, and your reign is spring. your throne is the blooms that crawl to your hands whenever you beckon them. the first time you crush a pretty bloom in your hand surges a feeling of power. your heart beats louder, quicker, heavy pulsing crushing your little insides. this, you decide instead is love. no, not love, but something to follow. something to hide from mother but something to crave. you are a curious one, with reaching hands begging for more than the lot your mother ploughed for you. you can only stare at wheat stalks and flowers for so long. you watch her till soil with others. hands dirty ( and your hands are dirty too, aren’t they? ) and reaching as you run, run, run, and when you come upon that deep hole in the ground? you know the one. the one that you’re told to never go near. you jump headfirst with your arms outstretched, your greedy, greedy hands reaching -– -––– to find anothers’ reaching for you with the same kind of crushing pulsing reach.

reaching dirty hands, gem. / nov.2015 (via brestir)

#❁┊ ❛ QUEUE ARE MADE OF DARKNESS.

deeplystained

When death reached out its hand, you should have cowered. When you felt the flames of hell licking at your insides, you were not supposed to draw closer to the fire. I watched you disembowel the Earth, saw you pluck flowers from your mother’s garden and gouge your fingers into its open wounds, trying to pry secrets out from the soil. Everything green started to shrivel and die when I entered the meadow, but you didn’t flinch away; instead you kissed me voracious, like I was something dark you’d tugged out of reluctant soil. I wanted your hands, still caked in dirt, pressing into my naked back. I thought you’d understand me. Both of us wanting what we shouldn’t. I know your mother must have warned you about gods like me. Tell her I am not a selfish lover. Tell her how I kneel at your altar and crush the berries of your hips into wine. That I worship you. That we spread each other open like flowers blooming in the night. You wanted to see what paradise looked like drenched in moonlight, so I brought you home with me. When you stood before the gates of hell, all the beasts lowered their heads and bowed at your feet. Everything I have belongs to you — my wife, my queen. You are so much flesh and blood, so much heaving, pulsing, breathing life. You make the death in me tremble. I am forever yours.

‘Hades’ | Anita O. (via facinaoris)

#yells #❁┊ ❛ WRITTEN WORD.#❁┊ ❛ O MUSE.#❁┊ ❛ ORIGIN STORIES.#❁┊ ❛ S┊ TELL ME LOSING EVERYTHING IS WHAT SAVED YOU.#fml #❁┊ ❛ QUEUE ARE MADE OF DARKNESS.

onlytwitterpics

#❁┊ ❛ S┊ TELL ME LOSING EVERYTHING IS WHAT SAVED YOU.#um..... bye.#❁┊ ❛ QUEUE ARE MADE OF DARKNESS.

beekeeper:*keeps bees*

bees:*is keep*

#❁┊ ❛ O MUSE.#❁┊ ❛ QUEUE ARE MADE OF DARKNESS.#[ persephone voice ] I Like Bees!

fastcodesign

plantasuculenta-blog

On Tuesday, a bonsai tree boldly went where no bonsai tree has gone before.

Azuma Makoto, a 38-year-old artist based in Tokyo, launched two botanical arrangements into orbit: “Shiki 1,” a Japanese white pine bonsai tree suspended from a metal frame, and an untitled arrangement of orchids, lilies, hydrangeas, and irises.

Crying

#❁┊ ❛ O MUSE.#EVEERYTHING THIS B LGO IS A BOUT #❁┊ ❛ ORIGIN STORIES.#❁┊ ❛ QUEUE ARE MADE OF DARKNESS.

rip-fatgadget-deactivated201601

Sunshine (2007)

#:))))))#❁┊ ❛ VACANCY.#space verses tba.#❁┊ ❛ O MUSE.#persephone's work space tbh she just -- yes ok #❁┊ ❛ QUEUE ARE MADE OF DARKNESS.

kieraplease

Model: Kieraplease

Photographed by joshuamaclin

#kieraplease.#so important on this blog and jo blog tbh #❁┊ ❛ O MUSE.#❁┊ ❛ IN THE SHADOW OF A SUNFLOWER.#❁┊ ❛ QUEUE ARE MADE OF DARKNESS.

monhand

Beauty X Queen // www.monhandworks.com // IG: @monhandwokrs

Woman: @_kaatlanae

#god.....#❁┊ ❛ BODYSCAPES.#❁┊ ❛ IN THE SHADOW OF A SUNFLOWER.#❁┊ ❛ QUEUE ARE MADE OF DARKNESS.

francisabernathy

that cold sort of day when the sky is bleached bone and the ground is hard and sound is harsh and you are angry the sort of day where the fires of your past are smouldering deep in your marrow and you remember how it felt to stand in the halls of the dead and dance and laugh, your eyes bright as the glinting waters of the styx. two weeks to go now. maybe three - this new calendar is tricky still. winter is weaving its web, silver and shining with frost and you will hold hades’ hand again, when the moon is bright and the stars waltz high in the heavens. for six pomegranate seeds you fell in love with a man with eyes like flint and hands as soft as the peaches you pick for your mother and for six months you can see him and hold him and talk to the long-distant dead about their battles and sins, and listen to songs from a time before souls could speak. and for six months you and he are alone and apart and your mother runs with you to the wheat-fields with your hands clasped in the summer sun and you are happy. but deep in your marrow the embers are burning still, and your berry-bright blood sings for him with every second. your love. your part-time loss.

you are not as patient as the dead, not now, not yet (i.r.l)

#❁┊ ❛ WRITTEN WORD.#❁┊ ❛ O MUSE.#❁┊ ❛ S┊ TELL ME LOSING EVERYTHING IS WHAT SAVED YOU.#❁┊ ❛ DEATH HATH ALL DOMINION.#❁┊ ❛ QUEUE ARE MADE OF DARKNESS.

facinaoris

Modern Gods | Persephone

#YELLS #❁┊ ❛ O MUSE.#❁┊ ❛ IN THE SHADOW OF A SUNFLOWER.#❁┊ ❛ QUEUE ARE MADE OF DARKNESS.

tatteredbanners-deactivated2013

I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.

Unknown (via illripyourthroat)

#ye ye ye ye ye #❁┊ ❛ WRITTEN WORD.#❁┊ ❛ O MUSE.#❁┊ ❛ DEATH HATH ALL DOMINION.#❁┊ ❛ FOR WHEAT IS WHEAT.#❁┊ ❛ QUEUE ARE MADE OF DARKNESS.#❁┊ ❛ THE COLOR OF NATURE.

wordperson

maheshjadu: Camera times with @rupertraineri

#❁┊ ❛ EARTHSHAKER.#❁┊ ❛ QUEUE ARE MADE OF DARKNESS.

excuse, i am more than ok.

❛ -––– k. ❜

#nekronic #ok husband sure ok #ur more than ok #100% IC #❁┊ ❛ ASK.#❁┊ ❛ ASK┊IC.#xoxo #love me xoxo ur wife

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