#eitienne

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Jean-Étienne Liotard (1702-1789) “La prima colazione” (1754) Pastel on vellum Located in the Alte Pinakothek, Maxvorstadt, Germany

[reneison]

“why all these paintings of you? because i’m an artist, emma. these paintings are my heart. and if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.”

[ohardently]

i. this is my first day of missing you. the sun has risen, and here i am on the same shore, with the sand beneath my feet and the waves kissing my legs. the image of you drifting out to sea, away from me, burning into the back of my eyelids. what a childish dream it was of mine, that I would believe that I would never have to let you go. ii. were you any more than a dream? your skin that I mapped beneath my palms, your eyes that were my only skies. once i looked up and saw the sun and the moon and the stars. but from the moment you came all those that were celestial melted into your face. iii. all those promises you whispered in the dark; you spoke of a woman, Penelope? you said you loved her. i loved you too. iv. they say that our love was toxic; but the thing I miss most were our close-lipped kisses. v. i always woke before you. when the rosy blush of dawn reaches out and begins to caress my feet, my eyes are already open. yours were always lidded, like drooping petals in a lazy summer’s night. but when they opened, it was as if the blossoms have begun to bloom in full brightness. vi. remember me, will you? i’ll give up every one of my sleepless nights weaving till my fingers bled, for me to stay behind your closed eyes. vii. was I not as soft as the nymphs? as tempting as the sirens? unlike those creatures of torture and passion I truly loved you. viii. tell me: when you touched my face, who were you imagining me to be? calypso, or another beating heart waiting for you to come home? viv. hypnos, I pray you put me in eternal sleep: for if I cannot die, let me dream away all of eternity. x. i will miss you forever.

calypso; you drown me | o.l  | more 

[infaernal-archive-blog]

JULES hello we havent talked in a long while and i'm sorry im crap at maintaining conversations :<< but i hope ur doing good so fart this week!! x

LANA hey i’m sorry too bc i have to admit i’m not v good at it either!! but yes, i’m doing more or less fine & things are great!! thank u so much for taking the time to send this to me, you’re honestly so sweet and pure and i hope you have an amazing week/month!! you deserve it ily ♡

[ohardently]

pomogranet — a network for lovers of greek culture and mythology to share and edit their work in a hate-free environment. 

❁ hello!! do you love greek/roman mythology? no place to share said love? want to know who your godly parent really is? olivia and i came up with this network that answers all those! this is a safe place where we can all discuss share edits, poems, prose, fics, and edits of greeks, their culture, mythology, etc. this is a hate and drama free network where we can all chill and have fun. there will also be activities related to greek/roman myth too!! 

❁ ❁ what to do: 

 follow olivia and lana 

reblog this post 

fill out this form 

follow the net’s blog 

❁ what you will gain: 

 fellow greek geeks as friends (◕ᴗ◕✿) 

 a spot on our members’ page 

a safe place to share your creations!! 

❁ more info: once you’ve been accepted, we will sort all members according to your godly parent. you may choose, or you may take the test. (i promise this isn’t your typical pjo godly parent tests lmao) deadline to be announced we’ll take 60 members for now

thank you so much and we both hope you’ll join!

[ohardently]

newsletter: you have all my words✨

hello everyone !! in light of my birthday and my 141 followers (bless omg) i’ve decided to come up with a newsletter! i’ll be sending emails out to anyone who subscribes regularly, and in them will be self-care tips, positivity and motivations, and little lines of poetry that I think of. there will also be book and music recommendations as well!! to sign up just click here, and i'd very much like it if you reblogged this (it's not a necessity tho!) i look forward to seeing you all  💕

p.s this will only be happening if i get a minimum of 10 subscribers! (right now i have 3)

[ohardently]

she speaks: the dead language of the stars. her lilting syllables a lullaby, whispering forgotten words. paint-stained fingers reach up, brushing the blue skies with sunlight, twirling the stars around the moon. the cracked spine of a book. (her broken heart.) mended and re-mended by the constellations of time. and though she has learnt too many, — her mind a river flooded by a tidal wave of swallowed speech— she has yet to learn the utterance of love. she has yet to learn to describe someone singing you to sleep. she does not know the names of those moments, when her feet barely touch the ground. she cannot speak of someone with stars in their eyes just like her. but she will whisper to her poets, until the day she can.

languages | o.l | want one?

for @holecrux, may you one day find someone who can sit with you for hours on end, saying nothing and anything at all.

[ohardently]

spring; golden light spilling  from the heavens. the flowers blossoming, the air heady with perfume. she sat in the fields, flowers nestled between her palms, and from her pretty lips, tumbled, the music of the stars. that's when she fell: princes of darkness, came to take, came to save, their beautiful princess. palaces made of broken dreams, haunting choruses, a place where the crescent moon sat her wicked edges gleaming. and when she was found, when the sunlight untangled her lashes, and blue skies kissed her cheeks once more, did she miss the darkness? or did it feel like a curse, a nightmare tailored in satin and lace, where she was not a princess but a queen of hell? just when they thought she'd withered, she bloomed, and with her, all the forgotten blossoms of the universe.

Persephone; she held the flowers, and to the touches of hell they did not wither | o.l

for @tcrtarus, you sent me words that bloomed in the dark, now I will send you words that will blossom only for you.