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@patroclus-topped
i absolutely love this review
Louise Glück, from The Triumph of Achilles
and perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone
Day 18.
This is incredibly self indulgent but hey they sure are fun!
“Eravamo come dèi all'alba del mondo e la nostra felicità era così abbagliante che non potevamo vedere altro che noi.”
A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.
‘Go,’ she says. ‘He waits for you.’
In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood, like a hundred golden urns pouring out the sun.
- The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
Patroclus watch out Hektor is right behind you. Oh god he has airpods on and he can’t hear us oh my god.
— half of my soul
— the song of achilles, madeline miller
fem!patrochilles
Achilles : I feel a strange emotion towards you.
Agamemnon : Respect?
Achilles : Never.
I shift, an infinitesimal movement, towards him. It is like the leap from a waterfall. I do not know, until then, what I am going to do. I lean forward and our lips land clumsily on each other. They are like the fat bodies of bees, soft and round and giddy with pollen. I can taste his mouth—hot and sweet with honey from dessert. My stomach trembles, and a warm drop of pleasure spreads beneath my skin. More.
i finished the song of achilles and im s o b b i n g
03/26/18 // he is half of my soul, as the poets say