it's so funny how half of us are like "food is sacred and the kitchen is holy ground. to break bread with others is inherently sacrament" and the other half of us are like "my villain origin story is someone looked at me when i was in the kitchen"

If I love you, I will cook for you. If you want me to continue to love and cook for you, stay out of my kitchen.

the kitchen is holy ground and only I, its hierophant, may enter

Friendly reminder that one of Aphrodite’s epithets is Tumborukhos which means ‘Gravedigger’ and let’s not forget my personal favourites, Androphonos (Killer of Men), Enoplios (Bearing Weapons), Epitumbidia (She Upon the Graves) and Summakhia (Ally in War) so the next time you feel the need to underestimate the Goddess of love and consider Her a shallow, empty-headed bimbo, I urge you to think again.

the flesh is unwilling and honestly, the spirit isn't too keen on the idea either

I love you thunderstorm lullabies. I love you foggy mornings. I love you misty days. I love you birds playing in puddles. I love you raindrop-bejeweled blades of grass. I love you cool breeze.

changing every “i should have known better” to “i know better now”. i will not judge past versions of me through the lens of who i am now.

reject rizz. stare them down with big doe eyes and off-putting allure as god intended

stomach hurts from hunger. stomach hurts from eating. what the hell do yuou want from me you stupid fucking organ

hey girl, um, we were having a bacchanal and we kinda tore your boyfriend to shreds. yeah, ripped his head clean off. sorry about that :/