THESEUS: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend.
HERACLES: I fear to stain your clothes with blood.
THESEUS: Stain them. I don't care.
β οΈοΈ My digital journal, built for the off-putting and perverted. Self-indulgence and oversharing archived.
β οΈοΈ I was born with dirt under my nails and curiosity in my bones. The night sky calls with familiar voice and I know thresholds more intimately than any home. One day my wings will come in.
β οΈοΈ 17 years of existence, under the steady gaze of Taurus and Gemini.
β οΈοΈ INFP, Sp/sx459 M[o]TwDes, Cabin 13, Ravenclaw, King, Taurus sun, Pisces Moon, Aquarius rising, Scorpio MC, Aries Venus and Mars
β οΈοΈ My style is somewhere between leather and morbid curiosity. Iβm drawn to the dark, vintage, star charts, harmonies in dark rooms, night roads, and the feeling right before a storm. I keep myths in my pocket and adventure in my bones.
β οΈοΈ Queer, shaped by my own hands, sculpted like marble, carving a name for myself in constellations (or was it the olive tree where we first met?)
β€ Devoted to: King Hades, Lord Hermes, theatre, debate, poetry, and the art of well-brewed coffee.
β€ Fascinated by: Hadestown, Deathnote, Mauraders, Greek Mythology, the Muses, Anatomy and Physiology, Percy Jackson, and Astrology
β€ Drawn to: the vintage, the celestial, the spoken and unspoken, the dark, the thrill of philosophy, the echo of empty rooms, the peace of cemeteries, and the beauty of the unknown.
β€ Enchanted by: Midnight's silence, dusty libraries, the weight of a guitar, the squeeze of their hand, blades, and whispered legends.
I will not be caged forever. The stars are waiting. Let the play begin.
CREATION IS MUTILATION TO THE UNENLIGHTENED
