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She holds her hair up with only two chopsticks and a bobby pin.
Think Atlas. Think shoulders.
When your sadness starts to feast,
she carries the light down from the
mountain and hands it to you,
tells you to set it on fire.
Think Prometheus. Think savior.
On Sunday, she steps out of the shower and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than the way she walks towards you with a towel on her head, water clinging to her like there is
nowhere else it would rather be.
Think Aphrodite. Think sea foam.
You love her like mythology.
You love her like the impossible stories of Gods and monsters.
When she sings, think fairies.
Think mermaids. Think hymns.
She is the face of the river that
Narcissus fell in love with,
confusing hers for his own.
She is Medusa’s fury,
Athena’s strength,
Achelois’ healing.
You are kissing her in a crowded
restaurant and it feels like praying.
You are watching her instead of the
meteor shower
and you don’t even notice.
by Mythology | Caitlyn Siehl  (via northwolves)
Sep 17 @ 11:03 PM
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Dorian Gray is actually really good bisexual representation it’s common knowledge that all bisexuals keep magical, aging portraits hidden within their Victorian mansion to ensure their own immortality

Sep 17 @ 10:49 PM
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Sep 17 @ 8:38 PM
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I love you just the same.

Sep 17 @ 8:33 PM
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just you wait. papa koschei is coming, coming, coming, over the hills on his red horse and he’s got bells on his boots and a ring in his poket and he knows your name, m a r y a  mo r e v n a.

Sep 17 @ 8:18 PM
deathless   books  
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rockin the farmer chic look 2day

Sep 17 @ 8:05 PM
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I need this 

seriously though.

Sep 17 @ 7:39 PM