The day my body caught fire
the woodland darkened. The horizon
was a sea of maids, rushing to piece me
back into a girl.
Stacie Cassarino, “Firework,” via the Poetry Foundation (via bostonpoetryslam)

Problem with letting the leg hair grow when you don’t like pain: the bandaid is never coming off.

#:(

ZEUS: wanna hook up
IO: aren’t you married?
ZEUS: my wifes cool
we have an open thing
IO: wow
i guess ok then
[the sky darkens]
ZEUS: oh shit oh fuck
IO: what is it
ZEUS: my wife is coming
IO: i thought you said your wife was cool with–
ZEUS: shut up
i have to think
[ZEUS turns IO into a cow and casually leans against her]
ZEUS [whispering]: i am so sorry
i will change you back as soon as she leaves
HERA: what are you doing down here
ZEUS: I BOUGHT YOU THIS COW ISN’T THIS COW GREAT IT’S A PRESENT FOR YOU YOU CAN KEEP IT FOREVER AND EVEN KILL AND EAT IT IF YOU WANT

[whispering] i am so sorry.

intertextualite:

princess-neville:

making fun of girls for having “daddy issues” is literally the most illogically cruel thing i can think of haha “hey you! your dad sucked! i bet that really impacted your life and the way you form relationships with other people lmfao fuckin loser” 

Persephone is having sex in hell.
Unlike the rest of us, she doesn’t know
what winter is, only that
she is what causes it.

She is lying in the bed of Hades.
What is in her mind?
Is she afraid? Has something
blotted out the idea
of mind?

She does know the earth
is run by mothers, this much
is certain. She also knows
she is not what is called
a girl any longer. Regarding
incarceration, she believes

she has been a prisoner since she has been a daughter.

Louise Gluck, Persephone the Wanderer (via gatheringbones)

pullet:

does anyone else know that feel of being fixated on labels and personality tests and shit because they’re the only things that give you a solid grip on your identity

#art
Hush, my sweet. These tornadoes are for you.
As a painter I am beginning to see more clearly how to work from Nature…But I still can’t do justice to the intensity unfolding before my eyes.
Paul Cézanne (via paulcezanne-art)

Confession: I don’t drink enough water and I’m clammy and panicky for no reason at all and I suck.