as the poets say;

@fictiondaily​ event 1: minimalistic (the song of achilles, madelline miller)

we were like gods at the dawning of the world, & our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.

“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.”

@storyseekers event 21: minimalist —the song of achilles by madeline miller

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Go, 

                                           he      waits 

                                                            for        you.

the song of achilles by madeline miller

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

@queerlitnet event 02: quotes

Achilles’ eyes were bright in the firelight, his face drawn sharply by the flickering shadows. I would know it in dark or disguise, I told myself. I would know it even in madness. 

He is half of my soul, as the poets say.

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.