Apr 2, 2022
He is half of my soul, as the poets say.
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He is half of my soul, as the poets say.
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i conjure the boy i knew .
achilles ,
grinning as the figs blur in his hands .
his green eyes laughing into mine .
“ catch ” , he says .
— the other nymphs were not children of helios, raised on stories about breaking the world
I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
“I hope that Hector kills you.”
The breath rasps in his throat. “Do you think I do not hope the same?” he asks.
the song of achilles / “emotion” - for @augustsjanes 🤍 (first 100 celeb)
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｡✶⋰ the song of achilles
❝ i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world. ❞
the song of achilles | madeline miller
…I do not think I can bear it…’ he said, at last. His eyes closed, as if against the horrors. I knew he spoke not of his death but of the nightmare Odysseus had spun, the loss of his brilliance, the withering of his grace. I had seen the joy he took in his own skill, the roaring vitality that was always just beneath the surface. Who was he if not miraculous, and radiant? Who was he if not destined for fame?
[ID: two edits with digital drawings in three shades of gold, dark turquoise backgrounds, and white capitalized lettering. the palette matches the palette of the song of achilles cover. the first edit is of a tent with the words "your honor could be darkened" "then it is darkened". the second is of a bed with the words "i have given enough to them. i will not give them this." END ID]
@storyseekers event 08 : favorite 2020 read — the song of achilles