Wandering Soul

@urbansaint on main. I enjoy catching feelings with a camera and learning all uploads are my own takes

[urbanravens]

In another universe my grandmother got an early diagnosis and she's cooking and baking

And we're having a party and everyone is still alive and dancing

And war isn't over, because war never started

And God is love and love is good

and life is sacred and pure and and valuable

And all these recent atrocities are not even fathomable

[lhzthepoet]

How do you kill a God?

Aphrodite laughs, head tossed back with stars in her hair, ‘We are immortal. We are ageless. We will never die.’ 

How do you kill a God?

Hera sighs, ‘You rob them of love and loyalty. They will be alone and unhappy, and eternity will seem like a punishment, but it is not death.’ 

How do you kill a God?

Zeus declares, rather confidently, ‘You deny them their power. Poseidon nods his head in agreement. ‘They will be weak and defeated, perhaps even chopped up into pieces, but it is not death.’ 

How do you kill a God?

Apollo closes his eyes. ‘You strip them of their senses. Their eyes, and they cease to see. Their ears, and they are rendered silent. They will be in the dark, conscious and cut off for millennium, but it is not death.’

How do you kill a God?

Hades whispers, though still his voice carries, ‘With another God. An immortal for an immortal. Era for an Era. A celestial being to strip another’s soul. He pauses, the rest are silent. ‘A God for a God.’

L.H.Z // How do you kill a God?

[holla-bread-deactivated20240411]

Inspired by a tumblr post: How to kill a god 

How to  kill a god? 

Hestia crooned her head over a cast iron pan, watching an egg cackle and bubble under the heat. “You strip them of their clan. Erase their bloodline, make them watch as you drag their mothers, their fathers, their brothers and sisters away. They won’t die, but they’ll wish they could.” 

Dionysus tilted a bottle of Moscato wine into a goblet, watching the drops fall intently. “You take away their ecstasy. Blur the emotions they feel together into a cloud of grey, make them feel as if their happiness is unattainable. They won’t die, but they’ll wish they could.” 

Hephaestus dropped the still-glowing embers from his ever-growing pile of trinkets onto an anvil of steel and began to bend it. You have to duck to avoid the sparks flying off of it. “You take away their luster. Bad metal doesn’t bend much, so it’s thrown into the reject pile and forgotten. Take away their qualitative powers, their immortality and they’re useless. It’s the closest they’ll get to death.” 

Asclepius rinses his hands off and pulls a pair of scrubs on. He cocks his head expectantly. “That’s easy. It’s the same thing as humans; be sure to drain the ichor completely from their veins, starve them of their nectar and ambrosia, let them shrivel up like a plant who has never seen the sun. The starvation will cause them to digest their livers in hopes of nutrients, and drain the kidneys of its polluted water, and it will be excruciating for them to walk another step, but you cannot take the life out of them.” 

Charon offered his hand for the next shade, who passed three obolus to him. He dipped them into the river Styx, where they dissolved and malformed into the boat he would use to take them over. “Take away that one little thing that they need–music, three obolus, their humanity–and cast it into the dust. Whatever that was will leave a hole in their heart for the rest of time, but it cannot kill them.” 

Athena spun the fiber over the loom like a spider webbing a home. “Take away their wisdom. If they have no light to guide them, they will stumble and fall, not knowing where they are. It might not kill them, but it will end up as a prime hamartia”. 

Hades looked over to his wife, then chuckled softly. “You can’t; as long as they have love in their hearts and an authority over their  kingdom, you will never see the day that they die.” Persephone nodded in agreement, then added: “Why else does Mom kill everything while I’m away, her only daughter, the only goddess she has learned to love?” 

Ares sneered, a menacing look in his eyes. “Is that a challenge?”

[twirld]

Judith with the Head of Holofernes (ca.1633-37, detail) Francesco Cairo

[filmforfancy]

Der Astralmensch (The Astral Man) by Sascha Schneider, 1903.

[inksomniac]

“It is an art of the most exquisite kind to touch someone’s soul before touching their skin.”

— a.y.

[eatapreist]

dark academia is being too busy daydreaming about reading to actually read

[urbansaint]

When I was a child I was obsessed with faeries.

In every forest I carefully looked for Faeries, hoping to find a Fairy Circle.

This November my dream came true and I found one;

In spite of the years that have gone by and the skepticism that came along I obviously jumped in and waited for any kind of magic to occur...

Tragically - nothing.

[urbansaint]

[theladyvampire-deactivated20200]

"Listen to them, the children of the night, what music they make..."

[urbansaint]

Place St. Michel, Paris 2019

[senseitive]

who cares, do better, move on

[deadpoetdyke]

physically I’m here but mentally? emotionally? spiritually? I’m at the dead poets society school early in the morning reading walt whitman in the mist. somewhere, there are bagpipes

[maryshelleyy]

mary shelley was the daughter of one of the first feminists as we know it, she met & ran away with percy shelley when she was 18, she wrote BOTH the first sci fi AND post apocalyptic novels, she was at the forefront of romanticism AND gothicism, two of the most influential literary and artistic movements in present day, she suffered from depression and only one out of her four children lived, her husband, who had several affairs, died when they were in their twenties, a majority of her friends and romantic poets also all died in their twenties, and yet she still continued writing poetry and novels and creating art throughout the rest of her life and lived til she was nearly 60. mary shelley is incredibly underappreciated she went through so much and has contributed & influenced so much to the english lit. canon as we know it she is one of the most remarkable writers & women of this era & i love her

[ayliffe]

“You know damn well that sex isn’t ever enough for you. You want a brilliant mind that you can stimulate, but that you can also honestly look up to.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals,”

[praticamentecosmica]

knowledge is everything. educate yourself on whatever speaks to you. master whatever moves you.

[schmergo]

What up, my name’s Hamlet, I’m 19, and I never f***ing learned to be 

[sinfullvibes]

half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole