chrysalism
chrysalism
You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.
The Lord of the Rings / The Hobbit
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say
renee walker; palmetto state foxes
“i am a bad person trying very hard to be a good person.”
The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller
In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.
snapshots of my new room✨
did you know that a satellite just reached the planet jupiter? it was named after his wife–juno, queen of the gods, the one who can part clouds. they sent her after them to take a peek beneath the surface. but you know the first thing she saw as she woke from her slumber, the first thing she recorded in the vast depths of space? the galilean moons, named after jupiter’s lovers (io, europa, callisto, ganymede), orbiting around jupiter.
once again we are reminded that jupiter is only an inhale and exhale away from being the star of its own solar system. that a planet in the solar system we call home is almost big enough to burn itself out. how close we are to the brink of chaos. how if things were ever so slightly different, shifted even in the most slight of ways, we too could be the center of our own universe and burning brighter then juno’s rage. we are all so close to our own destruction it tastes a little like freedom.
(Sorry this was more like a space rant than anything else–I just love this stuff lol. Also: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I am a big dumb but here it is!)
send me a confession, and I’ll write something so we can bleed together
carry on moodboard: simon snow
Q: why do we ache for godhood?
A: my hands shake, earthquake trembles too large for mortal form. souls take eons to build and seconds to shred, bloody fingers inches deep in a still-beating heart, blackened tongues and no words left after everything (only gods have eons to heal.) zeus’ splitting headache birthed athena and mine left torn wrists and sick sheets that broke the washer. time preserves nothing. ice melts and bones shatter and angry wasps peel skin off faces covered in dirt. (gods preserve themselves.) rebirth echoes in deserted canyons. decay howls back. flowers die and no one remembers their names. (who can forget a god?) if the lightning in my veins was ever divine it has become nothing more than anxiety. thunderous screams coat lips like honey. humans break so easily: too-white teeth splitting the skin of figs. red is such an ugly color to hold inside. (gods bleed gold.) we will never be something so beautiful that to look hurts, to look destroys, will we? we will never be anything but dust.
Q: why do we ache for godhood?
A, abridged: because we are afraid.
