She was a Queen made of ice and Stone. So cold that she can’t feel anything anymore.
“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.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
—Tamino, The First Disciple
AN: Honestly, I wonder if it’s just me, but I can’t help but view Tamino’s new song with a ‘Song of Achilles’ eye. It’s as if Patroclus is speaking to or about Achilles — discussing how Achilles yielded to his on-going fame, allowing it to poison his mind and affect his decisions. Patroclus saw how his lover’s desire for glory changed him. He enjoyed the growing attention and the groups of warriors that surrounded him. But nevertheless, it took for Patroclus’ death to help Achilles understand that fame and glory was nothing compared to the love that he shared with his companion.
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Her heart sank into her shoes
as she realized at last
how much she wanted him.
No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done.
Which was not to say that she would ever let him know,
but only that he moved her chemically
more than anyone she had ever met,
that all other men seemed pale beside him.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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All credit of this incredibly beautiful art goes to @marzibon! Find her on Instagram under the same username to show her the love she deserves!
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Wait for the master.
The amount of confidence oozing from this dude
There’s something nice about everyone being comfortable enough to attempt it in front of an audience and their peers. All of these folk rock.
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