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@timeyginger
greek mythology → teenage hera
There is a bitterness in the silence of suffering.
This flavorless sticking of your tongue against the back of your throat.
Even breathing gets to the point where all you taste and all you feel is the stale toxicity of those around you.
You smile and it just doesn’t quite reach your eyes and yet still they fault you for being polite even when your insides are raging in violent turmoil.
They don’t care. And you try to pretend that you don’t care that they don’t care but that still doesn’t stop it from hurting.
Even with the distance they have placed between you and them you can still hear the whispers and feel their eyes crawling across your skin, like spiders, but the venom their words carry are far deadlier.
You breathe, in and out, nice and slow, to try and calm your racing heart but with every beat and with every breath you feel that bitterness more and more.
You taste it more and more.
But they don’t care and it hurts because nobody believes you and you breathe and you smile and you try so very hard not to let the bitterness consume you but...What’s the point?
There is bitterness in the silence of suffering.
And I have suffered so deeply and so quietly that my body is weary and my bones ache with a pain that my soul itself feels.
I am exhausted. But still I smile and wash my mouth with soap like when I was a child in trouble for saying something I shouldn’t because it’s their word against mine and who would believe me?
There is s”i”lence in suffering.
And I am not alone.
my ( b e c o m i n g ) was not gentle
i was FORGED in flames…
i was tempered by pain and the fires that scorched through my veins
i was broken, again and again
melted down
remade
reforged
until n o t h i n g remained of who i’d been before
these are the witches you were unable to b u r n because these are the witches who are f i r e itself
witch aesthetic: fire
☞Some people just wanna watch the world burn☜
Url aesthetic for @fireinhermind -Admin paint
Fire Witch aesthetic
Aesthetic for an Archangel of fire and destruction
Requested by Anonymous
“She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. She burned too brightly for this world.”
— Emily Brontë
THE PHOENIX
Sometimes what’s dead must be burned away to make room for new life. Sometimes you just have to step back and let the brittle bits ignite -
but once those flames begin to dance their caustic dance, don’t you dare look the other way. Don’t close your eyes. Watch closely and let that image seer itself forever on your mind.
Remember what it looked like in the midst of the soot, the smoke, and the haze. Remember, so you don’t repeat the same conditions that required such a blaze.
31 DAYS OF MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURES // ↳ 24. Phoenix
“As the legend goes, when the Phoenix resurrects from the flames, she is even more beautiful than before” - Danielle LaPorte