Persephone is the girl who drinks pomegranate juice
And sits in the corner
She takes photos of nature
And grows lavender in her window-box
She is the girl who always buys the freshest peaches
The girl who takes off her shoes to run in the park
But she is also the girl
With a set of brass knuckles
Hidden in the pocket of her skirt.
—  Modern Persephone

oh, apollo loved cassandra
and for that, troy burned.

a city for a god for a love
for a girl, here we are.
troy goes up in smoke
and cassandra weeps.

the gods play their games;
mortals pay their price.

—  the butterfly effect | m.j.

icarus never dreamt of flying
persephone didn’t ask for a crown
daphne hardly wanted the love of a god

the myths are varied, true and false,
full of gods and monsters, fate and luck
but they are stories of more than magic
more than immortality and divinity

they are stories of people like you and me
people who didn’t pray for heroism
or for a throne high above on olympus

myths are stories of humans
who loved and lost like us
who fell from great heights
to even greater depths

the gods would never dare to tell
the secret of their myths:

but the truth is, the highest
form of divinity
is humanity.

—  all hercules wanted was family [x]