#favlit

[clockworklambs-blog]

favourite pieces of literature: the robbers - friedrich schiller

why must I alone inhale the torments of hell out of the joys of heaven?

[mlnsuga-blog]

When someone's been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it's like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you're just clutching air and grit. 

[mlnsuga-blog]

"There was a vividness to him, even at rest, that made death and spirits seem foolish."

The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller