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this is a metaphor
follow up to this
shoutout to everyone who thought this was about dream smp. take blorbo from your show as a thanks for making me laugh
i let my friend borrow my copy of The Song of Achilles, but its been a while since i’ve heard back from them so i texted them asking for it back and they WONT RESPOND..
ik its just a book and i could always get another copy but the thing is, i annotate ALL of my books, and ive read through that book AT LEAST three times and i love reading through it with my annotations and now what if i never get to read them again im so
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I literally love this.
I couldn't stop laughing for 20 minutes.
No joke.
This has the same energy as a writer desperately trying to make their insanely cool but devastatingly off the wall plot point work with the rest of the story
The true blasphemy of literature is the romanticization of romance. They make it beautiful—all soft words, and elegant lines—and enchanting, with magic sparkling in the margins.
And you can feel it in the depths of your soul, an unexplored ocean of laughter and tears and dreams all melded together.
The yearning of a kiss that brushes against the steady and so so warm pulsing beat of life—against the smooth skin of a lovers neck. The desperation to touch another being and feel that they’re alive, right there next to you—right there, and never leaving.
To love and be loved is a jewel among treasures and all that we each seek—all that we each desire.
It burns and it burns and it burns.
“I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
“Come home and break my heart, if you must.”
“Occasionally, Fate pulls itself together again and Time is always waiting.”
“And perhaps it is the greatest grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”
“By you, I am forever undone.”
“One word from you shall silence me forever.”
“A heart’s a heavy burden.”
“My sweet nemesis.”
“If you have to go, you know I will go with you.”
and then?
and then.
The book is over.
And you remember that love like that doesn't exist.
Not in the real world.
And all you can do is cry.
normalize reading a book without caring if the spine breaks, folded cover, misspelled annotations and just ruining the book completely as a form of art
— The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
I am once again spiraling about the song of achilles (I mean, I guess I'm never NOT spiraling about it.)
here are the lines stuck in my head today~
“Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.”
okay but when Madeline Miller said “I would know him in death, at the end of the world” and when she said “when he died, all thing soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him” and when she said “i am made of memories” and when she said “i feel like i could eat the world raw” and when she said “he is half my soul, as the poets say” and when she said “this and this and this” and when-
The true blasphemy of literature is the romanticization of romance. They make it beautiful—all soft words, and elegant lines—and enchanting, with magic sparkling in the margins.
And you can feel it in the depths of your soul, an unexplored ocean of laughter and tears and dreams all melded together.
The yearning of a kiss that brushes against the steady and so so warm pulsing beat of life—against the smooth skin of a lovers neck. The desperation to touch another being and feel that they’re alive, right there next to you—right there, and never leaving.
To love and be loved is a jewel among treasures and all that we each seek—all that we each desire.
It burns and it burns and it burns.
“I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
“Come home and break my heart, if you must.”
“Occasionally, Fate pulls itself together again and Time is always waiting.”
“And perhaps it is the greatest grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”
“By you, I am forever undone.”
“One word from you shall silence me forever.”
“A heart’s a heavy burden.”
“My sweet nemesis.”
“If you have to go, you know I will go with you.”
and then?
and then.
The book is over.
And you remember that love like that doesn't exist.
Not in the real world.
And all you can do is cry.
— The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
on tragedy, fate, and inevitability.
oresteia, robert icke // theatre of the oppressed, augusto boal // song of achilles, madeline miller // the book thief, markus zusak // antigone, jean anouilh // revisiting mockingjay ahead of the hunger games prequel, entertainment weekly // romeo and juliet, shakespeare // h of h playbook, anne carson // war of the foxes, richard siken // the road to hell (reprise), hadestown // planet of love, richard siken // they both die at the end, adam silvera
guys help so i have this friend in my class and him and ive been friends for a good while now but we hadnt talked frequently AT ALL till just this semester. anyways his birthday passed a little while ago and he was telling me how he didnt get anything and so like two weeks later i made brownies and gave him ONE and tell me why the next day he made ME brownies and then he made us trade sweaters and now he walks w me everywhere and always tryna talk w me and im so confused bc was that brownie considered a courting gift😭
GET OUT OF MY HEAD GET OUT OF MY HEAD—
Second chances is the best fic ever! Go read it!