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Their Siren

Daughters of Olympus

Before

Love is part beast, part saint, part hope, part hell

Love hurts and heals, pro all

Love is not for the easily bruised, for it leaves you with a multitude of scars

It’s a fragile, breakable thing, that can’t be ht

Or even seven thousand, six hundred, and sixty-five nights

For, in the end, love is a jealous ruse

They call me the villain in this story

But the trick was on me

They say I held all the love in the world, yet tossed it aside in vain

But I know the truth

I’ve waited long enough

Now it’s ti

Be ready, daughters of Olympus

I’ for you

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Harlow

I can’t stop staring at it The fact I have it at all is kind of insane considering my aversion to needles My rin once she realizes what kind of tattoo I chose

A seal surrounded by blue crashing waves

It’s pretty much perfection

The tattoo coversfor my first one, but I didn’t want to half-ass it Mostly becausescared and to start going all in Within shalloater and I’m tired of it

I want to dive Deep

I look up at the white low over the dark ocean My feet sink into the sand at the shoreline, and I know being here, at this moment, is no coincidence The smell of the saltwater feels like home

My mom always told stories about hoas born froical parents were; they found me on the beach—this very beach—and her stories eased the worry into the ocean, but you’re growing up on dry land

As a child, it corown up and I just wonder, where do I come from?

It’s that pit in my belly that’s always empty That hollow in my heart that never seems to fill