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there are things out there that want to kill you. that will kill you. and then there is the ghost of a breath at your ear, the hand at the small of your back, whispers that wrap you in gossamer night until you go blind, saying, 'destroy yourself; you do it so much better.' you can stare into the abyss this raw, dark, damning thing of wonder – don't be afraid to get lost in it. everyone does. then blink, and walk away.

lessons in progress (part two), s.a.

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i legit hummed ‘black cards, black cars, all black everything’ while i was getting my hair dyed so hi (#blackout)

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mythological creatures — [2/?]

In Greek legend, Gorgons are fearsome female creatures with hair made of living snakes and the ability to turn anyone who looks at them to stone; they have also been depicted as having brass claws, wings, and/or fangs. Homer referenced only one nameless Gorgon who resided in the underworld, but later myths refer to three sisters: Stheno, Euryale, and Medusa (the sole mortal). Parentage varies from Echidna and Typhon, the "mother and father of all monsters", to sea deities Phorcys and Ceto [Hesiod's Theogony].

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I once asked the gods what I would be without him. Not who, but what, for in his absence my legend would remain intact and my name unchanged. I sought after the state of my soul. My mother replied, 'immortal'. The gods replied with nothing. I found the answer for myself: The light of my country, with no light of my own.

no greater grief, s.a.

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Whether dedication or omen, this is for sigh-laden war declarations map lines made battle routes fault lines made cataclysmic and laugh lines made lethal. For the girl who razed Troy to the ground or the one of not-so-empty prophecies the unburnt girl in the depths of Kīlauea who builds and destroys without apology and, in a manner no less monumental, for the girl who crosses canyons to find herself, who takes the bus to the end of the line to measure her fulfillment in the number of people she can leave a smudge of her lipstick on; who falls in love and falls in lust and returns home just to stand victorious as the screen fades to black and the credits slowly roll in. My kingdom for the boredom of a teenage girl; her kingdom if she bothers to demand it.

some legacies are not lost, just rewritten, s.a.

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you’ve walked alongside these stories from birth had them whispered in your ears like lullabies and they said, tread lightly. proceed with caution. never trust a pretty smile. carve off sheepskin, find a wolf. unprepared for the day you’d unzip the wolf’s pelt to see a girl crouching within—jaw set, eyes hungry and know not which to fear more.

skinchanger, s.a.

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