peodameron:

Name one hero who was happy. You can’t.
I can’t.
I know. They never let you be famous AND happy. I’ll tell you a secret.
Tell me.
I’m going to be the first. Swear it. 
Why me?
Because you’re the reason. Swear it.
I swear it.
I swear it.
I feel like I could eat the world r a w.

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.

harleuyquinn:

genuine beauty is always quite alarming.

pjpedream:

Book to Screen Series (1/?) - The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

“There was silence then, and I did not care about the damp pallet or how sweaty I was. His eyes were unwavering, green flecked with gold. A certainty rose in me, lodged in my throat. I will never leave him. it will be like this, always, for as long as he will let me.
    If I had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth.
    As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong.
    ‘Patroclus’, he said. He was always better with words than I.”

dreamsthievcs:

― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

mykingdomscome:

We were like gods at the dawning of the world, & our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other. -  Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

greyyjoys:

“I’m going to be the first.” He took my palm and held it to his. “Swear it.”

aly-naith:

alternative book covers:

“The Song of Achilles” (p.I)

tashclint:

BOOKS I READ IN 2016 ≡ the song of achilles by madeline miller

“I have done it,“ she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.
“Go,” she says. “He waits for you.”