gods for the modern age: persephone
wear flowers in your hair and silks on your body. do not let yourself wither. do not let yourself break. tattoo what was done to you onto your skin and turn it into a weapon. rise from the ashes year after year, trailing glory in your train and wearing riches in your crown. you were good, you stayed hidden, but you were tricked and dragged down into the shadows anyway—so by god, make those shadows your own.
i apologise to every puppy that i havent patted yet and i’ll be there soon pal