#brotp: ava x brooke

[illusionswrites]

i love you more than the moon above us. i love you more than ursa minor & ursa major combined. i love you more than each & every one of the stars. i love you more than the entire galaxy & all the galaxies they have yet to discover. you, too, are a magnificent, celestial being. i can't imagine not being in the same sky as you.

big sister says from “shine your icy crown” by amanda lovelace

[illusionswrites]

celebrities died. pets died. even distant relatives died. back then, grief seemed so easy, effortless. so meaningful, even hopeful. nowadays, grief is so fucking messy. grief is an off-white coffee mug with fading green rings around the top in the far left corner of the kitchen cabinet, spider webs filling it to the brim, & no, i can't just throw it away even thought you've been gone for years because how would you ever forgive me for that?

sometimes there is no meaning. from “to drink coffee with a ghost” by amanda lovelace.

[illusionswrites]

They are both little girls, caught inside a prison made by their own blood. They cling to each other in that darkness for years, raising each other on the promise of freedom neither of them know will ever happen.

excerpt from “A Friendship: Demeter and Hestia” from Great Goddesses by Nikita Gill

[illusionswrites]

If this were a story I was telling my sister A troll from the mountain Would have stolen her Or else a twisted magician Turned her to stone Or locked her in a tower Or hidden her deep inside a golden flower I would have to travel West of the moon, east of the sun To find the answer; I'd speak the charm And she'd be standing there Alive and happy, come to no harm But this is not a story. Not that kind of story...

Songs For Murdered Sisters: 2. Enchantment from Dearly by Margret Atwood