I don’t chase people anymore. I learned that I’m here, and I’m important. I’m not going to run after people to prove that I matter.EY (via spuandi)
Medusa didn’t ask for the snakes in her hair.
She gazed hoping to see love never stone.
Poor Medusa wasn’t born a monster.
Until Poseidon in his rage condemned her to be.
Can’t you see?
What was once pure beauty became poison.
And, her kindness a lost myth.
Alas, the story of many women is also this.