Perhaps We Love Those Who Remind Us Most Of Our Favorite Poems.

When julebrus comes out before halloween:

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)

// we are stardust //

Leo X

// the revenge of aphrodite //

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.

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.

She was the one who taught the wind to howl, and yet here she is, with no wind left in her, howling just the same.

2am (via 2am-spilledthoughts)

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(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 //