dark-vowelled:

Hail to the Queen of Heaven,
Hera Antheia, glorious lady.
Her throne is the clear sky,
royal blue breath of eternity;
her temper rages like the north wind.
Draped in the heady fragrance of summer blossoms,
her white arms shine, jasmine and hydrangea.
Queen of the city, of every fine and glorious thing,
every stained glass rose window that gleams
sodden with afternoon light and furiously bright,
none can compare to her.
Hail, daughter of Rhea, and praise always.

(via disneybombshell)

merstuff:

Lancetfish by MantaTheMisukitty
phoenix-warrior:

happysoulsister:

I wish to be here… Even if it was just for a few seconds and enjoy its beauty with a deep inhale….

*~All Magic Comes With a Price~*
phoenix-warrior:

*~All Magic Comes With a Price~*

rexuality:

I need to have as much wild sex as possible so one day I can become an inappropriate old lady that blurts out things like “when I was your age I got a concussion after being bent over a desk” and then my family can be like “grandma please, you’re making easter dinner really uncomfortable” and it’ll be great

(via sunflower-mama)

afairyheart:

Many, many years ago in a sad, faraway land, there was an enormous mountain made of rough, black stone. At sunset, on top of that mountain, a magic rose blossomed every night that made whoever plucked it immortal. But no one dared go near it because its thorns were full of poison. Men talked amongst themselves about their fear of death, and pain, but never about the promise of eternal life. And every day, the rose wilted, unable to bequeath its gift to anyone… forgotten and lost at the top of that cold, dark mountain, forever alone, until the end of time.