the world is resting on the tip of her tongue. you call her weak but you forget ; she was born of blood & violence, birthed from the screaming of the ocean as it wore away the land. remember helen, remember dido, remember medea. tell me love is not synonymous with blood, with destruction. tell me that love & war are not the same words scrambled together. tell me she is not the most dangerous ; that she has the ocean in her heart & pain in her hands. tell me she could not drown the whole world if she wanted to. call her weak - i dare you. ( x ) // independent aphrodite reincarnated. written by ink.