Where Eyes are not Needed
Hello hello, my name is Maria and I am a colossal dork.
Im an active art student attending college in Canada, i love to draw and read and write and watch shows and movies and get emotional about everything. I change my dexcription like every other day, i am so sorry.
also, i think whales are super neat
things i am arting right now: man, i dont even fucking know
writing is safer, somehow
because my pen cannot stutter like my lips do,
and words get stuck in throats,
not fingertips, can’t stumble
on paper trails of blue lines
because writing is definite and clear
and no one can tell if i am crying
or laughing
through written words alone
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”
that’s right
hades, lord of the dead, literally fucking named his pet dog spot
*slow clap*
