#st: silverbow

[illusionswrites]

i love you more than the moon above us. i love you more than ursa minor & ursa major combined. i love you more than each & every one of the stars. i love you more than the entire galaxy & all the galaxies they have yet to discover. you, too, are a magnificent, celestial being. i can't imagine not being in the same sky as you.

big sister says from “shine your icy crown” by amanda lovelace

[illusionswrites]

break the rules whenever you find the chance. live a life so fierce, bold, & carefree that people often accuse you of being a witch. you see, society fears nothing more than a woman who's not only aware of her power but also not afraid to use it in any way she sees fit. what could be more fun than constantly keeping them on their toes?

big sister says from “shine your icy crown” by amanda lovelace

[illusionswrites]

women do not have to tear each other down to build themselves up. one woman's success is not another's failure, it is a victory. loving one another when the world tells you to stop is not weakness, it is strength.

men gave us the torches to burn ourselves down

[illusionswrites]

the most dangerous humans are the women who realize they don't need anyone after facing the hurricane alone

love, & you by gretchen gomez.

[illusionswrites]

Get stolen by a God, run away with him, away from the meadows, wood nymph. Become Queen of the underworld. Turn the land of the dead into home. (You knew, didn't you, Cora? How you would rather be Persephone?)

excerpt from “How To Become A Myth” from Your Heart Is The Sea by Nikita Grill

[illusionswrites]

The thing I admire most about you is no matter how hard, or how much the world has tried to beat you, break you, destroy you, and throw you to the wolves you are still here, turning all your pain all your suffering into armour, into determination, into weapons and earning the respect of that same pack of wolves that were meant to rip you limb from limb.

Wolves by Nikita Gill

[illusionswrites]

We are blood of the witches you thought were dead. We carry witchcraft in our bones whilst the magic still sings inside our heads. When the witch hunters imprisoned our ancestors when they tried to burn the magic away. Someone should have warned them that magic cannot be tamed. Because you cannot burn away what has always been aflame.

Witch by Nikita Gill

[illusionswrites]

When love is a shimmering curtain Before a door of chance That leads to a world in question Wherein the macabrous dance Of bones that rattle in silence Of blinded eyes and rolls Of thick lips thin, denying A thousand powdered moles, Where touch to touch is feel And life a weary whore          I would be carried off, not gently          To a shore,          Where love is the scream of anguish          And no curtain drapes the door.

On Diverse Deviations by Maya Angelou