"She made up prayers and said them,
Worshipping unknown gods with unknown singing,
Her customary magic, which would cover
The white moon’s face and darken the sun with cloud."

Ovid, Metamorphoses  (via mirroir)

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Liz Climo on Tumblr.

this really cheered me up

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*masturbates the existential crisis away*

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small (and some large) changes you can make to live a more female-centric life:

  • value female friendships
  • prioritise art made by women, including music, movies, books, visual art, etc.
  • get involved in all-female group activities, whether it just be chillin with ur gal pals or…

Reading the UN dec of human rights and hating men more than ever


i am not the story
you have been told.

i am not pure
nor powerless
i am not your fantasy
of an innocent you can corrupt.

you think he took me?
you think i knew not what i did
when i laughed and placed those crimson seeds
upon my tongue?

do not mistake my kindness
for naievete.
i am forest fires and flower buds
i am poisonous thorns and newborn foals
i am death and rebirth—
cross me at your peril.
(you shall find that pretty rose vines
are just as lovely when they wrap tight over your limbs
and shatter your bones.)

my lord, he brings me wreaths of bloodstained flowers,
and i grant him kisses laced with venom
he gifts me graveyards to plant my orchids
and i send him the torn heads of men
who wrong my maidens.
(i teach them combat alongside botany. both are arts.)
he rules with iron fist and i
with gentle touch.
we live and love in a curious harmony
of sweet birdsong
and the tortured screams of sinners.

come springtide i am bound to earth
to my mother’s sunfilled meadows,
her unequivocal, enduring love.
and by the fading light of summer
i return to my lover’s onyx walls
and cimmerian heart.
i cherish both but they know
they would have no claim on me if i did not desire it
for i belong to myself,
i am only my own—
half blooming creation,
half blazing hellfire.

he calls me his lady
but he knows
i am a queen.


persephone speaks, by a.c.  (via alaynestones)

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why’d we have to color so much in school.  it didnt teach us anything.  is “staying in the lines” a subconscious metaphor for not revolting against the bourgeoisie

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disney | text posts

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"He’d finally quit drinking. From now on, nothing but beer, wine or vodka."

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i’m so upset

I just realized that the reason ghosts say Boo! is because it’s a latin verb

they’re literally saying ‘I alarm/I am alarming/I do alarm!!

I can’t

present active boōpresent infinitive boāreperfect active boāvīsupine boātum



if it comes from the latin word, they’re actually saying “I’M YELLING!” which is even cuter

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