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Reading ATM:
The Illiad

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"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"

rnyfh:

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catbishonen:

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.

biconharry:

odysseus: He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature. 

patroclus:

lunarsundae:

the sun & the world

koolkoalart:

And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone // this book made me emo I swear,, I cried while drawing this

troubleinonepocket:

He was such a flood, I thought.

The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller

rexoubi:

and perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone

m-kyunie:

aristos achaion.

m-kyunie:

“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”

here-comes-all-the-cotton-candy:

“Name one hero who was happy.”