If it intrigues me, I post it.
Don’t tell me that one day I‘ll find a boy that means all the things he says and will know all the horrible parts of me and still want to kiss me. Don’t tell me there’s someone out there for everyone. Don’t tell me I’ll find someone to take away the sadness and the darkness that clouds my thoughts, it doesn’t work like that. If I’m going to be happy I don’t want it to be because of someone else. If I’m going to live I don’t want it to be for someone else.
if you ever think mythology is boring or serious business or whatever shit
just remember that cerberus, the hell-hound and guard dog of the underworld, comes from the root indo-european word ḱerberos, which evolved into the greek word kerberos, which got changed to cerberus when it went from greek to latin
ḱerberos means “spotted”
hades, lord of the dead, literally fucking named his pet dog spot