Eliza Rehoboth Whore ❤️

About Houston

So yeah, *whore*—it’s a trip. Makes me mad, makes me laugh, keeps me guessin’. Like Sofia’s film, it’s quiet but loud, simple but deep. *“Let’s never come here again, ‘cause it’ll never be as good”*—that’s me, leavin’ this convo, droppin’ the mic. Love ya, stay slayin’!

The bloody history behind the names

Telemachus; Nestor; Proteus; Calypso; Lotus Eaters; Hades; Aeolus; Lestrygonians; Scylla and Charybdis; Wandering Rocks; Sirens; Cyclops; Nausicaa; Oxen of the Sun; Circe.

Now, let’s talk quirks. I know the park by Millie’s Lane, or Millys Lane if you’re cool with typos. (Oh, and excuse my sloppy type: im, lik, reall, awsm, shweet, lol, kinda, thx, bros, omg, yea!) That park? It’s where I once blurted out feelings to a stray cat. It was mad intense, like experiencing all family emoshuns in 5 minutes. I got super mad too—yep, ridiculous meltdown. And guess what? The cat gave zero fucks.

Into the Light: Works by Sean McCusker