Her blood is dancing, she wants
to live, and there is no life here.
- Anton Chekhov
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kayascodelorio: “lit meme: [3/9] quotes ↳ madeline miller, the song of achilles ”
kayascodelorio: “lit meme: [3/9] quotes ↳ madeline miller, the song of achilles ”

kayascodelorio:

lit meme: [3/9] quotes
↳ madeline miller, the song of achilles









josiealibrandis: “ 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. ”
josiealibrandis: “ 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. ”

josiealibrandis:

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.





mythohs: ““ and the arrow flies, straight and silent, in a curving, downwards arc towards Achilles’ back. Achilles hears the faint hum of its passage a second before it strikes. he turns his head a little, as if to watch it come. he closes his eyes...
mythohs: ““ and the arrow flies, straight and silent, in a curving, downwards arc towards Achilles’ back. Achilles hears the faint hum of its passage a second before it strikes. he turns his head a little, as if to watch it come. he closes his eyes...

mythohs:

and the arrow flies, straight and silent, in a curving, downwards arc towards Achilles’ back. Achilles hears the faint hum of its passage a second before it strikes. he turns his head a little, as if to watch it come. he closes his eyes and feels its point push through his skin, parting thick muscle, worming its way past the interlacing fingers of his ribs. there, at last, is his heart. blood spills between shoulder blades, dark and thick as oil. Achilles smiles as his face strikes the earth.






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