#tsoa*

[she]

There is no law that gods must be fair. And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. — The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller

[macbcth]

the song of achilles by madeline miller

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 of the sun.

[eddiediaz1992]

― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

[macbcth]

make me chose: achilles or patroclus | for @jesperllewellynfahey​

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 of the sun.

[eddiediaz1992]

― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

[eddiediaz1992]

― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

[eddiediaz1992]

― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles