Arcane

Holy Aphrodite, hear my prayer 🦢🩰🐚

POV: it’s the time of the year where you prioritise your studies over your social life and sleep, while the obsession for academic validation consumes you

Neptune’s ocean can not wash away your stained fingers

Goodnight

And what could be more terrifying and beautiful to souls like the Greek or our own than to lose control completely? to throw off the chains of being for an instant, to share the accident of our motel selves?

Does such a thing as a ‘fatal flaw’ that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life exist outside literature?

O sweet lady of Sea Foam

I am just a girl

How do I know if I am a good person? I don’t even know what good and bad means, what defines it?

They can’t explain you, and they hate you for it