fyeahmyths:

“i wasn’t afraid, mama; i was bored. i was hungry. do you know how long i waited for that fruit? me in the fields, the sunlight on my hair a crown. sweat on my palms glittering like starbursts carved in marble, teeth sharp as athena’s sword. he took one look at me and broke the earth open for desire. and all that time, you thought golden-armoured braggarts could storm my heart into surrender. oh, mama. what did i care to be a bride when i could be a queen? i wasn’t afraid, mama; i wasn’t taken. i left. if you only knew how his hair is softest when he’s on his knees, coaxing spring from inside of me.”

— Natalie Wee (via avidxreader)