somenigerianbelle: I low key wish I was pretty. Like really pretty. Like gorgeous. The kind of good looks that have everyone wanting to know who you are and where you came from and wondering how you ended up in the same space as them.

lzeen: When she is 5, she hears the word for the first time. Love. She’s still young, a child with two sisters who are playing in her mother’s fields. “Love is all Aphrodite talks about.” Artemis says, mouth scrunched into a frown. “Such a nonsensical concept.” Athena says stretching beside her, “If I could be …

there once was a girl made of stardust she had universes floating through her veins and galaxies roaming in her eyes the young girl wept tears made of light beams and when angered lightning flew from her fingertips and when she dreamed she dreamed of the stars hoping one day she would pave a way …