half of my soul

Gullfoss Falls, Iceland | Original photography by Sead Dedić via Unsplash

That Perseus always won. That’s why my mom had named me after him, even though he was a son of Zeus and I was a son of Poseidon. The original Perseus was one of the only heroes in the Greek myths who got a happy ending. The others died—betrayed, mauled, mutilated, poisoned, or cursed by the gods. My mom hoped I would inherit Perseus’s luck. Judging by how my life was going so far, I wasn’t real optimistic.

Corps de ballet, ca. 1920s

“But in the end it’s only a passing thing, this shadow; even darkness must pass.”

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Jupiter | UV light

“Almost every particle in the universe was once part of a star,” she says softly. “Every atom in your body. The metal in your chair, the oxygen in your lungs, the carbon in your bones. All those atoms were forged in a cosmic furnace over a million kilometers wide, billions of light-years from here. The confluence of events that led to this moment are so remote as to be almost impossible.” She puts her hand on my shoulder. Her touch is awkward, as if she doesn’t quite know how to do it. But she squeezes gently. “Our very existence is a miracle.”

Iris van Herpen Fall 2025 Couture

thinking ‘bout her

Monet's pink paintings.

I was born to rule the Seven Kingdoms. And I will.

All The Things You Are - Helen Forrest