“Name one hero who was happy…“ "You can’t.” He was sitting up now, leaning forward. “I can’t.” “I know. They never let you be famous AND happy.” He lifted an eyebrow. “I’ll tell you a secret.” “Tell me.” I loved it when he was like this. “I’m going to be the first.” He took my palm and held it to his. “Swear it.” “Why me?” “Because you’re the reason. Swear it.” “I swear it,” I said, lost in the high colour of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes. “I swear it,” he echoed. We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned. “I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
Some time ago I made a post about how Aristotle and Dante has ruined me. But you know what? I lied. I fucking lied. You haven’t experienced true pain if you haven’t read The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller. I am fucking serious this time. This book is fucking torture worse than a century in the fucking underworld. I am choking and drowning in a sea of my own fucking tears. I never even knew I could get so emotional over fucking Greek mythology. When I die, bury my ashes with this fucking book.
If you haven’t read it yet, please, do yourself a favour and go do it.
yalit meme [3/10] series or books ≡ the song of achilles by madeline miller
He was watching me, his eyes as deep as earth. “Will you come with me?” he asked. The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death. “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes.”
im screaming ohmyogoddddd I was looking up sample essays from previous exams (for the irish leaving certificate) and i pop my unknowing head into a website full of essays and pull one up and its about /fucking Song of Achilles/😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😂😂😂😂😭😭😭😭😭😭 it turns out TSoA came up as a studied text a few years back ohgod can you imagine?????????? A classroom full of students reading through the Blatant And Very Obvious handjob scene Out Loud and trynna study the deeper meaning behind The Gay im crying😭😭😭😭😭😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 one essay was trynna pass it off as a Bro Bond like Honey they /fuck in text/
That in his last moments Patroclus wanted to stop Hector from killing him not because he was afraid for his life but he knew that if Hector took his life then Achilles will kill Hector and end up dying himself as the prophecy came true.
His last thoughts were for Achilles’ to live and of Achilles in general (and don’t fight me on this when I say Achilles’ last thoughts were that he could finally be together with Patroclus so he welcomed death)
“I will go,” he said. “I will go to Troy.” The rosy gleam of his lip, the fevered green of his eyes. There was not a line anywhere on his face, nothing creased or graying; all crisp. He was spring, golden and bright. Envious death would drink his blood, and grow young again. He was watching me, his eyes as deep as earth. “Will you come with me?” he asked. The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death. “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes.”