Be inconvenient. Raise your hand despite their groans. Voice you opinions. Enter debates. Classrooms are not only boys' domains.

She does not have the power to heal as Apollo does, but she does have the capacity to turn them into something that heals itself. Warrior. Hold your monsters close. Turn them into your magic.

What if I told you that damage doesn't define you and the way you survive is no one else's business?

I am the girl who spends hours huddled in a corner of a library, trying to find what you love the most about Marlowe, just so I can write you a poem worthy of Shakespeare. I've made books my lovers, hours my enemies and you the only story.

When I held her, I held her gently so that she always knew she could fly away and I would never harm her or clip her wings.

Zeus may have been the God
of lightning and of thunder.

But it was Hera
who invented the rain.

Those freckles make you seem like a galaxy of stars, just waiting to be explored and loved.

Love can never die, not completely. There were too many romantics, too many poets, too many places where lovers could meet and kisses could be shared.

You fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?

Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.

Did you know that when someone dies their body weight drops quite suddenly? It is not really noticeable unless you have held them close whilst they are dying, praying to every god that you won't lose them. It is just a touch. But it's there when they leave you.
Twenty-one grams. That is the weight of a human soul.

Grandmothers are a gift not to be taken lightly. So many lose them, before they are old enough to know their magic. I am glad my bones were born with this knowledge. She taught me how to become a good ancestor. At least this -- loving her presence, appreciating her wisdom -- is something I know how to do well.

Don't let a king
or a prince
or a fairytale
tell you you are smaller than that or who you are meant to be.

Some days I am more wolf than woman and I am still learning how to stop apologising for my wild.

You must understand: they fear you. There is nothing scarier in their minds than a girl who knows the power of her flames.

What do you do when you see a love so pure, so completely unwavering other than bow to it?

All he knew was chaos and this mortal world was obsessed with order.

Maybe that's why you demonised them,
turned them into monsters,

because you think monsters are easier
to understand than women who say no to you.

She wears strenght and darkness equally well,
The girl has always been half goddess half hell.

Let it hurt.
Let it bleed.
Let it heal.
And let it go.