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shinyshrine · 3 months
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shinyshrine · 3 months
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my body, a tollhouse for anger.
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shinyshrine · 3 months
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but there are quotes I wanna tell you and worlds I want to show you and how poetry can carve wounds deep as the wine red ocean into the heart.
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shinyshrine · 5 months
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I‘ve always kind of felt like a sacrificial lamb to my ancestors sins.
Like Iphigenia, a sacred deer before the altar.
Artemis devours me like a dog, starved for 6 days, devours it‘s first meal.
What will be left of me?
Nothing, the goddess may comsume me whole and just like Iphigenia I will allow it.
I will welcome it even.
And maybe then my mother will wield the axe, blood splattering on her clothes.
I wonder: will my brother be mad at her?
Maybe. My mother will be clytemnestrian, my brother will be orestian.
But if the scenario happens or not I will be iphigenian either way. I have no choice.
A bride whose father cuts her throat before the altar.
Or a sacred deer hunted by dogs.
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shinyshrine · 7 months
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today love looked an awful lot like wanting you to make fun of my favourite music for forever.
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shinyshrine · 7 months
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this year i realised that to express love is to be brave.
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shinyshrine · 8 months
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I feel like I haven‘t seen myself before seeing us.
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shinyshrine · 8 months
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i wish i could make callisto return, i wish I could help daphne, but i guess the people we love really do shape us. even gods are shaped by love.
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shinyshrine · 9 months
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I used to wear dresses, now I take them off.
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shinyshrine · 10 months
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somewhere between love and a rifle
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shinyshrine · 10 months
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you don‘t get to have this now. I figured this out for myself and I won‘t serve your exploration and curiousity.
I am not supposed to sort your turmoil.
I am not supposed to calm your storm when I am in my nutshell boat.
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shinyshrine · 10 months
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and yet here I am. gearing up on weapons and armory with ares by my side.
his godly glory throws blood red light over my childhood home as I prepare to go to war.
his hand on my shoulder, encouraging me to fight this fight my mother and brother are too tired of.
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shinyshrine · 10 months
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shinyshrine · 11 months
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I am not so different from my past selves. I still think of living in a house with someone like a best friend, not a boy. I still dance in my room and pretend the carpet is a stage. I still take onions out of my food and get mad over my dad. I still cry easily and talk a little too loud for some people‘s comfort. I haven‘t done that for a while. I‘m happy to lovingly embrace my past selves. I know many of them imagined something else for me but I know they‘d still think I‘m pretty damn cool. I want to be their friend.
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shinyshrine · 11 months
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where do i put the love letters I never got to give?
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shinyshrine · 11 months
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they dress you up a goddess just to perform blasphemy.
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shinyshrine · 11 months
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birthday cards and midnights stars and people in space and your sad playlist.
you tell me there is no reason to live except romantic love. i think you‘re wrong. love comes and goes in so many ways.
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