written-w0rd:

Salma Deera, Letters from Medea

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multa–paucis:

“Persephone, grant me the foresight to know when I must let go my old life to start anew. Artemis, grant me the strength of your spine when you helped deliver Apollo, your own twin. Athena, grant me the solidarity in your sinews for which you were born in all of your armour. Aphrodite, grant me the kind of heart that always follows my passions true. Andromeda grant me the wish to never fall out of love with the night sky or the glisten of it’s stars. And Hera, grant me your fury, so I can remind my enemies I am not the weakness they perceive, I am the oncoming storm, I am war.”

— Nikita Gill, A Woman’s Prayer To The Goddesses 

overlord-surgeus:

junepours:

plenty of emotions.

@soracities

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thegirlthatcriesacademia:

All my grief says the same thing— this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. And the world laughs, holds my hope by my throat, says: but this is how it is.

Fortesa Latifi, The Truth About Grief

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kcyang688:

@travelandleisuremag

Old Port of Montreal

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sunsetquotes:

“How long they choose to love you will never be your decision.”

— Drake; Thank Me Now