Hello Tumblr, Can Our Next Mass Hyperfixation Be Welsh Myths Please 🥺

we argue in the kitchen, about whether to have children and about the world ending, and the scale of my ambition and how much is art really worth the very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most but you need your rotten heart your dazzling pain like diamond rings you need to go to war to find material to sing I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I need my golden crown of sorrow my bloody sword to swing my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king but a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape just when you think you have it figured out something new begins to take what strange claws are these scratching at my skin? I never knew my killer would be coming from within I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I need my golden crown of sorrow my bloody sword to swing I need my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology 'cause I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king ho ho-oh-hoo ho-ooh ho-oh-oh-oh I was never as good as I always thought I was but I knew how to dress it up I was never satisfied, it never let me go just dragged me by my hair and back on with the show

the blooming flowers

the flowers bloom and birds chirp, as they follow path of a girl on a stroll. the child skips and so do they, beloved by warmth, beloved by fae. the songs grow bright like the light of the stars, and flower bloom to give food and nectar. they flowers cover the palace and lock those who stop, for the virgin footholder has come back to shop.

the white lioness and the lion tamer

my great white lioness, I forbid you to cry. I tell you that myself as your beloved sunbird. I am a boy you love more than your father, and thus I love you more than my own. I shall not love you like a son but love you as my namesake did thou athena, for you are mine and I am yours, for when you have marked me as yours, I have marked you as mine.

when im away from my cat i get irritated. what is this world if i cannot bring my beloved animal companion everywhere i go?

Jules Joseph Lefebvre (1836 – 1911)

art details of headpiece jewelry

Detail from Caravaggio’s “The Incredulity of St. Thomas”, c. 1601-02.

Haunted Summer, 1988

I think this will forever be one of the most beautiful and heartwarming quotes I'll ever see. It not only captures Guinevere's genuine, unconditional love for Lancelot but knowing who Lancelot is and how he feels for her, this must've made his poor heart beat like a drum 😭 I'm so sappy when it comes to them. They're messy and complex but they're something so, so beautiful.

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Okay so. I actually wanted to say this from the start when I first made this account because it would've given a lot of context to my headcanons and stuff but.

Yes, I am a victim of CSA. I was around 9 at the time when it first started and yes it was a family member. I'm not obligated to tell anyone this but I'm comfortable enough now to talk about it.

The thing is that it's been happening for a long enough time that it's become normalized. I still live with said family member(though that may change in some time) but I hope this doesn't change too much between us.

None of my irl friends nor family know yet so it's just between us. Discussing twp without mentioning my pov has been uncomfortable so I'll be more open from now on