The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
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.
MAKE ME CHOOSE. @halscavendish asked: tsoa or vicious?
these words people threw around—humans, monsters, heroes, villains—to victor it was all just a matter of semantics.
ch: percy jackson, son of poseidon
↳ "am i a troubled kid? yeah. you could say that."
top 50 characters of all time: 2 - annabeth chase
i’m nobody’s sidekick.
books read in 2021 ↣ malibu rising by taylor jenkins reid
maybe our parents’ lives are imprinted within us, maybe the only fate there is is the temptation of reliving their mistakes. maybe, try as we might, we will never be able to outrun the blood that runs through our veins. or. or maybe we are free the moment we’re born. maybe everything we’ve ever done is by our own hands.
insp. by @federicocesaris 🤍
some things are too terrible to grasp at once. other things— naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror— are too terrible to really grasp ever at all. It is only later, in solitude, in memory that the realization dawns: when the ashes are cold; when the mourners have departed; when one looks around and finds oneself— quite to one’s surprise— in an entirely different world.
I shall never forget the last glimpse which I had of the inn-yard and its crowd of picturesque figures, all crossing themselves, as they stood round the wide archway, with its background of rich foliage of oleander and orange trees in green tubs clustered in the centre of the yard.
Edward x Beau
“Tell me what you’re thinking. It’s still so strange for me, not knowing.”
“You know the rest of us feel that way all the time.”