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@hiraeth-of-carnations-and-roses

"The strange wistfulness of used bookshops"
You can call him a monster
can call him a dark soul,
but it was not him who tempted i
It was not him who brought me to the new waters of life,
he barely looked at me
while I took his hand,
and begged him to take me to the place where I’d be queen of his land
He saw me for more then the girl you raised
No more kore in our sacred place
He saw what I did when the flowers died
And whispered Persephone and met my eyes
And I shall be his bringer of death and finer things

My little poem about Persephone and Hades 💕

Remember when the fucking Notre Dame burned down and everyone knew instantly and it was over every single news outlet?

Well there’s been a massacre going on in Sudan for DAYS and NOBODIES COVERING IT!

So there is currently a media blackout in Sudan to try and coverup the horrors taking place:

Stop what you’re doing and please reblog this. Innocent people are being murdered, people are trapped, have no internet access, and are being raped by the dozens on the streets of Sudan.

The death toll is estimated to be over 300 civilians. And the fact that not a single major news outlet is covering this is horrific and disgusting. Please help get the word out about Sudan!

Childlike wonders, put aside

Childlike hoping is, criticized

I see the world how it wants to be seen

A puppets backdrop on a string

The world isn't as magical as I once thought

The fairies from tales might have been lost

they didn't know the depth of the dust's cost

And the nursery rhymes no longer sound the same

after you hear the story of how they got their names

I longed to be the girl I'd wished he'd see so long

I have forgotten what I used to wish of me.

So long I've wanted to be his, I've forgotten to be me

And now I'm stuck in an in-between

Of knowing that girl could never really be me.

And not knowing what I could still be.

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I'm Sorry

I'm sorry

the worst thing I could ever be is a bother

I was born with a crippling anxiety of being a nuisance

I'm sorry

I'm sorry for breathing too loudly

I'm sorry for you bumping into me

I'm sorry I have feelings,

I'm sorry that I'm a human being,

I wish I could be anything else.

I'm sorry that I say "I'm sorry" too much

I didn't mean to bother you

It..

I really didn't I'm just... I'm sorry?

IS that ok?

Is it ok that I'm sorry?

Cuz, I don't know what else to be.

I'm sorry.

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Sometimes I wish I could see myself through unbiased eyes. Not through the glasses of self-hatred I have worn for so long. To see how I really am, without self-deprecating comments on the tip of my tongue.
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Undo
Can you unlove someone? Unlearn their patterns and their routines, their quirks. Unlearn their favorite songs and the little affirmations they say to themselves? Can you unlove an idea? The idea that a person could love you. Unremember the fantasies that when they see you in the hallway they want to go out of the way to speak to you. Can i unwant to be the girl you fall for?

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Light

I was raised in darkness
and the three demons that tormented me kept me completely helpless
I've grown accustomed to the darkness
so much I could see the monsters
lurking just out of my sight
their Shadows darker then my hell
grown accustomed to the shouts of abuse
That even whispers of compliments or affirmations made me flinch
Grown accustomed to my heavy broken Heart
that when it's bandaged the lightness fills me with Dread that I could once fall so far again
Then I met you.
The best friend I could ever ask for.
A bright light in my ever-present darkness.
I remember seeing you far away like a tiny dot at the mouth of a tunnel.
I was drawn to you. And soon I was in Basking in your life and Light.
Your light was frightening to me at first
I had grown so accustomed to Darkness it was the only home that ever known
I didn't know there was anything different.
But now I want light. I want to be that light
but I'm still so scared of it.
So scared that I crawl back to the darkness
where I'm familiar and terrified.
You would have none of that. Pulling me Kicking and Screaming if you had to, pulling me back into the light.
As scared as I am of this great unknown light that has been hidden from me, I am more excited to be it.
🌹Thank you so much for teaching me, that love can turn a rock, into a baked potato.🌹