not enough secret gardens and hidden passageways and bookshelves that open to a mysterious library these days. get working on that girls.
i have been fucked up ever since i took a mythology class in college and learned that the greek mythology we know today is not only deliberately patriarchal (i mean duh) but was put in place specifically to abolish the matriarchal religion that came before it, nearly all traces of which were systematically erased. AND, the reason the modern west is so obsessed with greek mythology specifically is that it aligns so closely with our own patriarchal values. like we are literally taught greek mythology IN SCHOOL, that’s how hugely important it is in our culture. (i mean think about it… there is no real benefit to placing that much emphasis on greek mythology specifically over any other part of history)
another decade has passed and guess who’s still here? the moon. she’s always been here and she’ll always be she’s a Loyal friend to all of us say thank u moon
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Only here’s what I really, really want someone to explain to me. What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can’t be trusted—? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from health, domesticity, civic responsibility and strong social connections and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead straight toward a beautiful flare of ruin, self-immolation, disaster? Is Kitsey right? If your deepest self is singing and coaxing you straight toward the bonfire, is it better to turn away? Stop your ears with wax? Ignore all the perverse glory your heart is screaming at you? Set yourself on the course that will lead you dutifully towards the norm, reasonable hours and regular medical check-ups, stable relationships and steady career advancement, the New York Times and brunch on Sunday, all with the promise of being somehow a better person? Or—like Boris—is it better to throw yourself head first and laughing into the holy rage calling your name?
— THE GOLDFINCH, Donna Tartt.
@sixofcrowsnet heist: wlw ships alina x genya
“she sighed and studied the toes of her boots. “i missed you,” she said. i was surprised at how much those words hurt. i’d missed her, too. and i’d felt like a fool for it.”
“I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.”
— Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente (via compelledbybooks)
my names macbeth and wen its nite or wen the moon is shiyning brite and to their sleep the men do cling i stay up late
i stab the king
gabriel: shut your stupid mouth and die already 🙃
crowley:
Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”
@perseusnet ··– q u e s t # 2, who’s your godly parent? · · · a p o l l o The national divinity of the Greeks, Apollo is the god of archery, music and dance, truth and prophecy, healing and diseases, the sun and light, poetry, and more. (insp.)