ilsirius:MYTH MOODBOARDS: apollo.there’s hymns in the crook of his neck, sundust ignites his gilt
ilsirius:MYTH MOODBOARDS: apollo.there’s hymns in the crook of his neck, sundust ignites his gilt skin. they say he is wrought from harp string and sun’s ray, but i know better. his laughter comes in a thick culmination of stardust and sun blast. it’s consuming, intoxicating. as if you could get drunk off of the gold of his eyelash. -- source link