Like A Thief
IN The Night


"And we swagger because we do not know how to part with our rage, which we cherish and press cutting close, but we learn to swagger — or rather, we’re swaggered, briefly, while the wind blows and things burn and our hands are full — because we know it darkly all the same."



ladies who should be playing mythical head bitches in charge | EVAN RACHEL WOOD as CASSANDRA OF TROY, the princess who was loved by apollo, who was cursed with prophecies that would never be believed, who had forseen the fall of troy.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” Apollo hisses. “You have no idea what you’ve just brought on yourself.” At night she dreams of torches set alight, of screaming children and infants falling from the walls, of Greeks tearing into her city with the rage of the gods behind them, of her father speared before her very eyes. Listen to me, she screams, and the court is hushed before her. Listen, listen! In the plaza outside she blinks, and she sees the shadow of a great wooden horse, a hundred feet tall, she sees men falling out of its belly like maggots from a corpse, she screams to her mother - they are coming. They are coming. Poor mad girl, the court whispers. Doesn’t she know that Apollo is on our side in our just cause? Doesn’t she know we bear the love of the sun god? They lock her in her room, and she beats at the door until her hands come away bloody and bruised. The gods are fickle, she whispers. No one hears until it is too late. 

holy roller
{when your love feels divinely guided and it hurts, it bruises, it saves}

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holy roller

{when your love feels divinely guided and it hurts, it bruises, it saves}

+listen @ 8tracks

I love you. I’ll wait for you. Come back. Come back to me.

When you are 13 years old,
the heat will be turned up too high
and the stars will not be in your favor.
You will hide behind a bookcase
with your family and everything left behind.
You will pour an ocean into a diary.
When they find you, you will be nothing
but a spark above a burning bush,
still, tell them
Despite everything, I really believe people are good at heart.

When you are 14,
a voice will call you to greatness.
When the doubters call you crazy, do not listen.
They don’t know the sound
of their own God’s whisper. Use your armor,
use your sword, use your two good hands.
Do not let their doubting
drown out the sound of your own heartbeat.
You are the Maid of Untamed Patriotism.
Born to lead armies into victory and unite a nation
like a broken heart.

When you are 15, you will be punished
for learning too proudly. A man
will climb onto your school bus and insist
your sisters name you enemy.
When you do not hide,
he will point his gun at your temple
and fire three times. Three years later,
in an ocean of words, with no apologies,
you will stand before the leaders of the world
and tell them your country is burning.

When you are 16 years old,
you will invent science fiction.
The story of a man named Frankenstein
and his creation. Soon after you will learn
that little girls with big ideas are more terrifying
than monsters, but don’t worry.
You will be remembered long after
they have put down their torches.

When you are 17 years old,
you will strike out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig
one right after the other.
Men will be afraid of the lightening
in your fingertips. A few days later
you will be fired from the major leagues
because “Girls are too delicate to play baseball”

You will turn 18 with a baby on your back
leading Lewis and Clark
across North America.

You will turn 18 
and become queen of the Nile.

You will turn 18 
and bring justice to journalism.

You are now 18, standing on the precipice,
trembling before your own greatness.

This is your call to leap.

There will always being those
who say you are too young and delicate
to make anything happen for yourself.
They don’t see the part of you that smolders.
Don’t let their doubting drown out the sound
of your own heartbeat.

You are the first drop of a hurricane.
Your bravery builds beyond you. You are needed
by all the little girls still living in secret,
writing oceans made of monsters and
throwing like lightening.

You don’t need to grow up to find greatness.
You are stronger than the world has ever believed you to be.
The world laid out before you to set on fire.
All you have to do
is burn.


untitled by hlaus on Flickr.


untitled by hlaus on Flickr.



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