#mythicsquad

[psyhces]

modern greek mythology: hestia, goddess of the hearth and home

she overflows with warmth. it oozes from her fingers, from her heart, from her very core. like a steaming mug of tea in the face of winter’s rampage. like a candle filling a room of darkness with light. flickering, delicate life. people tend to pass her without a second glance. but truly, it is the second glance that makes her so beautiful: eyes like molten chocolate. dimples dipping into rounded cheeks. a smile curved like a welcome-back embrace. there is something about her, something magnetic. ships drawn to the lighthouse like moths drawn to the flame- she is what you’re looking for when you glance behind.

[cassiopheias]

aesthetic rates

i’ve been lowkey inactive for a while and also i reached 3k a while ago, so i thought i’d do some blogrates to celebrate & as an apology for being inactive

rules:

must be following me

reblog this post (likes don’t count) 

send me your favorite book, art work, poem, etc.

format under the cut 

fabric; satin / lace / cotton / silk / corduroy  constellation;  lyra / andromeda / phoenix / pyxis / cygnus  element: air / energy / water / fire / earth  scent: lavender / peach / chocolate / vanilla / lime season; winter / spring / summer / fall

[winterblues]

icarus x apollo - after he kisses your lips for the first time, close your eyes, he will walk out the door but his silhouette will linger, the sillage of his perfume will fall through the gaping cavity in your weathervane chest like light. after his heart sucks the blood out of yours like hard candy, say “thank you,” say that you never needed it anyway. after he leaves you, watch the skies tremble like his knees on winter noons, look at the sun bang its restless head against morose clouds. follow him into the scalding oblivion of his chambers, fall knowing you tried, fall tasting saltwater like sweet release on your paper tongue, fall with the traces of his last smile pinning the nail in your oceanic coffin.

fall knowing it is a celestial hurt like stars scraping your bare feet, fall knowing you will die seeing the shape of his hands reaching for you in the dark.

j.r

[andruwminyrd]

💫 aesthetic blogrates 💫

i need something to do while watching saw iv ok

rules.

mbf human mess #1

send me a 💫 or music/tv/movie recs

reblog this post to spread the word

maybe check out my sideblog softpersephone?

maybe check out my second pinterest, softpersephone?

i’ll use the tag #as3 does blogrates, in case ppl wanna blacklist

format under the cut (bless @asteriea​ for the format)

archetype femme fatale / hero / villain / everyman / innocent / sidekick / savior scent rose / chocolate / jasmine / lavender / rain / vanilla / mint / books colour burgundy / emerald / baby pink / eerie black / celeste  / peach mythical creature siren / fairy / unicorn / dragon / pegasus / ghost / nymphs season spring / summer / fall / winter place ocean / sky / earth / space your song: 

[illuminosity]

really close to my next thousand! help a girl out? :’)

[illuminosity]

looking for new people to follow so if you’re an aesthetic/photography blog, reblog this and i’ll check you out! feel free to follow other people who reblog this as well :)

[andruwminyrd]

okay so i decided to make a tv fandom fam a while back but then i forgot about it. but better late than never! 

mbf moi

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send me your name & your top 3 character choices & which tv show they are from! you can check here which tv shows i’m watching!

you can check this page to see who’s taken

don’t let it flop please

& i will answer the ask privately!

[prcserpina]

i. bloodlust: i want to hunt boys like men hunt me when my legs and teeth are bared, i'm tired of being an empty body because it's always the hollow ghosts who end up with their lungs coughed up on the ground, blood-smeared / blood-spattered, i don't know how to tell people that some nights i dream of a tongue down my throat but most nights i dream of a KNIFE there instead. ii. faulty wires: let's say that text messages are the new love letters so dead silence for two days actually means "i wanna kiss you so bad i don't even know how to talk to you anymore." it goes like this: touch / electricity / delete (and pretend we never actually existed at the same time in the same space; this way the laws of physics hurt a little less).  tell me, are you a dying star? DO YOU KNOW HOW TO BLEED? iii. hearts and powercuts: black skies and cigarette smoke tell me to stop writing the world as a nightmare but that's hard to do when i've only known lovers as shadows on my bedroom walls at midnight; i ache / i hunger / i fall for the moon again and pretend that she's the sun in my mouth. HYPOTHESIS: if i set fire to the world tonight we could burn down to the ground or we could go up in smoke.  iv. god's liquor-dipped tongue: heaven is a sweet-talker, an angel taught me how to kiss & tell and fall in and out of love in the time it takes for sobriety to kick in and now i can't think of a better way say that the universe belongs in hell the same way lucifer did. i want to CRASH & BURN like icarus but i'll be honest and say that i'm sick and tired of hearing about boys who never did learn how to fly. v. neon churches in our bodies: there's no difference between the hunter and the hunted, we're all searching for the same victim to call home and we all end up chasing the same bloody demons in circles again and again and again. i'm always starving for something more (I'M ALWAYS STARVING FOR YOU). can i offer you these ribs, these lungs? i can make myself into something holy. i can be good for you, i swear.

THE POET AS AN OPEN WOUND // t.e.