nightsky-and-starlight-blog
She'll burn you
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I could never settle for an ordinary life. And I don't mean that I want to be famous instead, not at all. I mean, I need something to overcome, something to fight against, something that brings out that fire inside me and makes me feel like I want to create a storm. I need adventure and discovering. I need tragedy and pain, so I can move on and conquer. I need to climb up high and feel the last rays of the sun hit my face before it sets and the sky explodes into colours dancing over the clouds, until the only light is from a thousand stars and all you can see is endless night sky. I need to feel the adrenaline and closeness from being on stage and performing something that makes the audience feel and think. I need to run until I am out of breath and feel every part of my body. I need to do something that soothes my longing. The longing that is tearing inside my chest a little bit every day. I don't know for what, but for something other than going to school and then home. Something other than endless circles and routines. I need to feel like I've gotten the air knocked out of me and can finally breathe again, like the earth has been swept away from under my feet and I've had to fall back down. Like I've finally had the first bite of food after feeling hungry for as long as I can remember. I need to feel like I'm hearing a piece of music that hits me right in the stomach for the first time. I don't know where I'll find it, but I know I'll never unless I break the pattern and don't waste my life doing pointless things with time that will never come back to me.
Demeter never was fond of Hades why should she be lord of the dark, lord of the dead what a fearsome title he wore took his beloved down below and raised her up high made her a queen made her happymade her giggle and smile and blossom in a way summer never could Demeter didn’t see that Demeter didn’t want to see that only saw her pain only saw her lonelinessonly saw her he tricked her he fooled her he stole herhe saved her he loved her he completed her she never liked me either i think i can sympathize a little i’m no lord of the dead but i think i can sympathize a little
m. (via flightiestofbroads)
I. What a tragedy it is Two lonely beings Knitted together By neither desire nor love Only pain And cruel destiny And the seed of a pomegranateII. What a tragedy it is A daughter of life Of flowers, of soft spring and sweet summer Forever sentenced to be deprived Of melancolic autumn and frosty winter It isn’t fair But then again Life rarely isIII. And he Prince of the dead, first son of time Ever dark and alone Has anyone ever wondered If he was lonely Down in his quiet home Has anyone ever wondered If he wanted to reign On what his brothers had left him(IV. Two opposite souls Brought together by silent fate It is no tragedy Simply what was supposed to happen As fire and water dance As day and night merge Knitted together Creating a love Made of thorns and sunflowers Creating a love Made for legends and eternity)
2am mythology poetry; some people just deserve a happy ending (via moreofachaserr)
X lovers
PERSEPHONE Tell me darkness is all you’ve ever tasted. Tell me my lips are like ambrosia from Olympus. Tell me this body is made of moon beams. Tell me the stars are woven in my hair. HADES Tell me your hands crave the feel of my fingers. Tell me that loving a monster is knowing the monster is nothing but a man. Tell me oblivion is not enough to tear you from me. Tell me the journey down to hell was worth it.
Things They Want to Hear // L.H.Z (via lhzthepoet)
X
“watch the queen conquer.”
My Krios
..... and as he says my name, it feels as though the stars are not gleaming in the distance, rather they are dancing across my skin. A sky full of stars, his stars and he was staring at me. My Krios...
// celestial beings//
“My gaze lingers on the moon, envious of her company of stars.”
-DY // twelve words for 12am thoughts // my lonely nights yearning for companions
As I look into your eyes, and I see a universe of lost hearts and broken souls, of screaming eyes and crying tongues; a universe of empty rage, and I have it too.
2am (via 2am-spilledink)
X maybe
Red and yellow lockscreens
Random quotes lockscreens
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Friendly reminder that one of Aphrodite’s epithets is Tumborukhos which means ‘Gravedigger’ and let’s not forget my personal favourites, Androphonos (Killer of Men), Enoplios (Bearing Weapons), Epitumbidia (She Upon the Graves) and Summakhia (Ally in War) so the next time you feel the need to underestimate the Goddess of love and consider Her a shallow, empty-headed bimbo, I urge you to think again.
V E N U S ♀
Celestial visitant, once more Thy needful presence I implore. In pity come, and ease my grief, Bring my distempered soul relief, Favour thy suppliant’s hidden fires, And give me all my heart desires.
(i) aphrodite spends her nights stumbling out of bars the hands of unfamiliar men wrapped around her waist. she smells like hard liquor and cigarette smoke. when dusk turns to dawn she’s always the first to leave. always running. It’s better this way, safer this way. (ii) artemis traded in her bow and arrow for a gun. she still hunts she just hunts a different kind of prey now. she goes out at dusk and comes back home at dawn. bruised and bloody. a few bullets missing from her gun. somewhere buried deep in the body of a man who wore cruelty as if it were a second skin. who did not take no for an answer. (iii) persephone first saw hades in a club. He was the kind of boy her mother had warned her about. Boys like that her mother had said are nothing but trouble. but persephone had never minded trouble very much. she walked up to him her lips painting a shade of pomegranate and asked if she could buy him a drink.
modern goddesses part one (via bye1997)
// the tales we tell //
//prayers to Aphrodite was scattered like ashes of offering across your bedroom floor//
Aphrodite, please grant me the grace to love myself and value my needs instead of relying those who do not value me. To remain steadfast in my resolves. To you I dedicate not only my outward appearance, but the beauty within my soul as well
Some of my favorite memories have your name written into their story.
2am (via 2am-spilledink)
Winter
Ice skating with someone you love, clinging onto them. Rosy cheeks. Frost on your eyelashes. Winter winds. Freezing hands. The crackling under your feet when you walk on the snow. Long socks. Elegant coats paired with mittens and scarves. Frozen landscapes. Feeling the cold air in your chest as you breath in. Those sunny days when you feel a little more awake.
Dance
The thing about dance is that you’re never really good enough. There’s always something to improve. It’s great because you can always get better, but it’s also a sad thought. Once you manage a pirouette it’s time to do a double pirouette. Once you can do a split, it’s time for oversplits. I don’t think people who doesn’t dance can understand it. You’re never done, you’re never good enough and you can always get better.
