lux aeterna.

“Even 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 has a heart.”

Come celebrate 100 with me

❝ Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. ❞ ―      William Butler Yeats

“The sea does not like to be restrained.”

Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight For the greatest tragedy of them all Is never to feel the burning light.

Mythological Creatures: Fairies

PERSEPHONE — goddess of the underworld and goddess of spring in Greek mythology ↳ requested by @sondo-be-do

Slavic Mythos  [XX/?] >> Szczodre Gody/Koliada  >>  ancient Slavic festival of winter solstice celebrating the victory of light over darkness, bringing hope and happiness to the people. Many festivities were devoted to Weles - god of earth, waters, cattle, the underworld, magic and knowledge. During Szczore Gody bread was shared between families and fortunes were told to predict crops and weather for each month of the upcoming year. Winter solstice time was also devoted to spirits of ancestors. Fires were lit on cemeteries for the ancestors to warm themselves and great feasts were organised. Didukh - first sheaf of wheat of a year, was put in the corner of the room.

Poseidon — God of the sea, storms, earthquakes, and horses.

aphrodite:  ❝ we’re in a beautiful and sad relationship we make each other shine like the moon and the river and we hug again ❞

Her grief did make her glorious. (x)

Before you can kill the monster you have to say its name. | Terry Pratchett

↳ The Fates circled around her shadow and her womb bore Death and Pain. She was a mystical mistress to none but Darkness and mothered the elements of the forgotten past.

frightful fall:              Γοργών

However, Polyxena was eager to die as a sacrifice to Achilles rather than live as a slave. She reassured her mother, and refused to beg before Odysseus or be treated in any way other than a princess. She asked that Odysseus reassure her mother as she is led away. Polyxena’s virginity was critical to the honor of her character, and she was described as dying bravely as the son of Achilles, Neoptolemus, slit her throat: she arranged her clothing around her carefully so that she was fully covered when she died.

Si porque te quiero, quieres, Llorona, que yo la muerte reciba, Que se haga tu voluntad, Llorona, que muera por que otro viva. ((La Llorona)) ~~~ I was a heavy heart to carry My beloved was weighed down My arms around his neck My fingers laced to crown ((Heavy In Your Arms))