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𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉,

𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈,

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈

𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼’𝓂 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈

𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈, 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈,

𝐼’ 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈,

𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒 “𝒪𝒽 𝒵𝑒𝓊𝓈, 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒”

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇 “𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇, 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓈”

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒶 𝒹𝑜𝓏𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑜𝑒𝓈, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝑒𝓈

𝓎𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇

“𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉, 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈”

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈,

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝑒𝓈

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝓂𝑒 “𝑜𝒽 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒜𝓅𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓉𝑒,

𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝓈𝑜 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈?”

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• 𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 — 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓋𝑒

𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓁𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓈𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉.

𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 — 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔

𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒𝓁𝑜𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂𝓈.

𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 — 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝓊𝓃 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓋𝑒

𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑜𝓉, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓃𝒾𝒷 𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈

𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 - 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒’𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹

𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑒𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝒾𝓁𝓈.

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔’𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹 — 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝒾𝓁𝓈.

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔’𝓈 𝒽𝑜𝓉 - 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒾𝒻 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈.

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒’𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀, — 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹, 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒’𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎 - 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽, 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓇𝑜𝓉

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒’𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 - 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔,

𝑜𝒻 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓀𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂.

𝒲𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈, 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉, 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 “𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔”

𝒲𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔

𝒲𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃’𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎 𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝒲𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉

𝐼 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒. 𝒪𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒. 𝒪𝒻 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈.

𝐼 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉.

𝐼 𝒸𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 - 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇, 𝑜𝒽 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹, 𝐼 - 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹. •

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈 𝒾f 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝒹

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝓎𝓂𝓅𝒽𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒷𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒢𝑜𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈

𝐻𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝓊𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈’

𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒸 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽

𝐻𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉𝓈’ 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

𝐻𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓌𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝒾𝓉 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓏𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃, 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓃 𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝓊𝓃𝒷𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓈 “𝐹𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈”

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 : 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓇𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒜𝓅𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓂, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝓁𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑔𝑜𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝓊𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓈

Written by Persephone.

Persephone hanging out with the puppies at night.

Περσεφονη - Persephone

"Hymn to Phersephone. Daughter of Zeus, Persephone divine, come, blessed queen, and to these rites incline: only-befotten, Plouton's honoured wife, O venerable Goddess, source of life: 'tis thine in earth's profundities to dwell, fast by the wide and dismal gates of hell. Zeus' holy offspring, of a beauteous mien, Praxidike, subterranean queen. The Eumenides' source, fair-haired, whose frame proceeds from Zeus' ineffable and secret seeds. Mother of Eubouleos, sonorous, divine, and many-formed, the parent of the vine. Associate of the Horai (Seasons), essence bright, all-ruling virgin, bearing heavenly light. With fruits abounding, of a bounteous mind, horned, and alone desired by those of mortal kind. O vernal queen, whom grassy plains delight, sweet to the smell, and pleasing to the sight : whose holy form in budding fruits we view, earth's vigorous offspring of a various hue : espoused in autumn, life and death alone to wretched mortals from thy power is known : for thine the task , according to thy will, life to produce, and all that lives to kill. Hear, blessed Goddess, send a rich increase of various fruits from earth, with lovely peace : send health with gentle hand, and crown my life with blest abundance, free from noisy strife; last in extreme old age the prey of death, dismiss me willing to the realms beneath, to thy fair palace and the blissful plains where happy spirits dwell, and Plouton reigns."

Homeric hymns from theoi / Images from pinterest.

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Thanatos, rock the boat

Charon, keep us afloat

Hermes, lead the way

Hades, have final say

Persephone, welcome back

Melione, walk in the black

Hecate, guards the night

Makaria, guards what’s right

Oh, lead us not astray

We’ve paid the coin and walked the way

For our Gods are deathless, old

And we do as we are told

it’s a very greek idea, and a very profound one.

— A. Y.

Life is just a series of obstacles preventing you from reading a book.

The Tholos of Delphi, Greece

The Abduction of Persephone. Sculpture by Gian Lorenzo Bernini, 1621-22.

I call you mine; only when all backs are turned  and all the doors are shut, when mortals lay their eyes to rest and ancient gods shake the earth as they walk upon it, when the stars rejoins us, when the air slipping in and out of your lungs is all you can hear, when doubt finally settles within your mind and solitude seeks refuge in the depths of your soul, that is when I’ll call on you. That is when you will hear me whisper your name as if an echo from the past. That is when I shall call you mine; mine, mine to keep, kept on my tongue, kept in the cage of my heart and kept beyond my reach.

-  by Linnéa Nirell.