hiya folks!
i don’t know how many people care, but i’ve decided to reboot this blog! i’m gonna be a bit more active on here in the coming weeks.
for those interested, my other blogs are @mysticalmagicalpineapple, which is a multifandom blog and where i’m most active, and @songlvrics, which is my newer sideblog.
see ya around!
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it wasn’t her fault.
the history books always get it wrong
it wasn’t her fault.
(she screams and screams)
(when she’s heard, the result is… unexpected)
(ii)
“turn your pain into anger.
become stronger.”
voices tinged with vengeance.
“you do not deserve this
but you will take it
make it yours.
make them regret.”
(iii)
she listens.
she hears their ideas,
agrees, even.
she becomes what made her.
“predator” they whisper.
“retribution” she screams back.
(iv)
“they fear you”
the whispers in her ears say
“show them why they should
show them why they’re right
to call you monster.”
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medusa // maya
@femmefatalenet | Event Three | Monsters | Medusa
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PSA
Hi guys!
I’m not super active on this blog- most of the stuff I’m working on isn’t complete or I’m not comfortable with sharing it yet.
You can check out my main @mysticalmagicalpineapple . It’s a multifandom and random blog, but I do post original content on it which you can find here.
Hopefully I’ll get some stuff done and be back to posting semi-regularly!
Thanks!
~ Maya
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This is my heart as a house. There are no windows, so you cannot peer at what’s going on. There is no roof, so even your stormiest weather cannot cause a leak. There is no door, so you cannot walk in like you’ve always belonged. There are only walls, but if you truly want to, you can chip away at all the layers, accepting each one, until you can finally enter.
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when she is reborn, she is not the same.
energy does not course through her veins and
a gaping hole tells her
there is something missing.
there is something gone
they took her power; reduced her to
wisdom and weaving;
what place do those have
she wonders
on the council of the gods.
a new goddess has been born
crafted from stolen powers
her powers
but she cannot fault her
bellona did not ask for this.
she remembers bits;
odds and ends of a time before
remembers her scorn
remembers her pride
pride, pride comes before a fall.
but she
is not nothing, still something
something less, but that was their mistake
they took away from her
but they did not take her.
she vows retribution-
the time will come for her to rise
she will make them pay
they will regret breaking her down
stealing her strength.
but in time- for now she is content
in living in each one
that calls herself woman.
she is willing to sit back
and watch these queens conquer.
…
minerva is no longer athena, but the world will still burn // maya
Happy Holidays Riana!!! (@primordialnyx)
Part 2/2 of your gift for the femmefatalenet secret santa.
Hope you like it!!!
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Loving you was like tearing out every piece of my heart.
sunrises-and-nightlights
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Loving you was destroying myself over and over and over again, just so that you wouldn’t get bored of me and leave.
sunrises-and-nightlights
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sometimes I stare at this screen
hoping that wherever in the world you are
you are seeing the same things I do
and feel the same way.
t'was the early stories of you and i // maya
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you were my most beautiful mistake
stories about you // mdp
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There's something about the way he walks...
How it's not cocky, but confident
How it's sow, but determined
How everyone makes way for him
How she notices the slight spring in each step.
There's something about the way he speaks...
Whether he's talking back to the teacher
Whether he's arguing with his hands waving around wildly
Whether he's whispering and his deep voice softens
Whether he's chatting with his friends or greeting her.
There's something about the way he laughs...
The way it resonates through the room
The way it makes the people around him laugh
The way it makes his eyes sparkle and dance
The way it makes the girl in the corner of the room smile the tiniest of smiles.
But...
There's something about the way he walks...
How his shoulders are slumped
How he drags his feet like it hurts to move them
How when he meets the hallway he straightens up
How she wonders if she's the only one who notices the limp in his step.
There something about the way he speaks...
Whether he's defiantly rebelling against the teacher
Whether he's arguing and flinches when the other person raises their hands
Whether he's whispering and his voice is scratchy as if he was crying
Whether he's talking half-heartedly with his friends or softly says "Hey" to her.
There's something about the way he laughs...
The way it's loud and fake-sounding
The way he makes people laugh at him
The way his eyes shine with something similar to hurt
The way it makes the girl in the corner of the room smile a sad watery smile.
There's a boy in my class who puts on a show and I don't think he's in charge
//
sunrises-and-nightlights
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You are your own greatest weapon and your biggest obstacle.
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she chose your love over his friendship and he kinda hopes you go to hell for it.
(but isn’t that the story of lovers everywhere? they are blind to their destruction and so leave nothing devastation behind them.)
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And
maybe that's why you miss them when they're not there...
Because that feeling of security is gone.
You've grown so accustomed to their presence, you don't know what to do.
Because you feel their absence
And the worry and doubt just about kills you.
and maybe this is what it's like to be in love // sunrises-and-nightlights
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I never quite understood how people could write entire poems about being in love.
Then you came along, and I swore I could’ve written page after page, waxing poetic about this person I fell in love with. I could’ve written novels, telling stories about us, telling stories about our love.
But now you’re gone, and I understand why people write songs about losing love.
(Sometimes the only way to move on is to write it down and listen to it until it loses meaning.)
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What is love?
What’s the difference between love
And simple infatuation?”
“What’s the difference? You and me.
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me: please don't tell me you love me, because when you leave I want it to hurt as little as possible.
you: when you're ready to hear it, let me know. until then, know that i think of you both day and night, for you are my sky. you hold the most important part of me in your hands, and you shelter me without any regrets. even if you are not ready to hear it, know that i love you, because like the sun and moon, the only reason i am around is because you hold me up.
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please don’t tell me you love me, because when you leave I want it to hurt as little as possible.
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