#thesongofachillesedit

[gruuldark]

Gruuldark’s Favorite Books: 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.”

[literaredits]

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[fishbone-art]

Achilles, Achilles, Achilles come down won't you get up off, get up off the roof? The self is not so weightless nor whole and unbroken remember the pact of our youth. . - gang of youths, Achilles come down. . . #achilles #achillesandpatroclus #thesongofachilles #thesongofachillesedit #patrochilles #patroclus #achillesart #artoftheday #instaartist #dailydrawing #digitalpainting #characterartist #characterportrait #portraitpainting #artofvisuals #eneide #achilleus #novel #madelinemiller #fanart https://www.instagram.com/p/CRSTRDUDoMU/?utm_medium=tumblr

[daenerya]

endless list of favorite books → the song of achilles by madeline miller

“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.”

[duartesjude]

BOOKS READ IN 2018: The Song of Achilles by Madeleine Miller 

          Have you no more memories?

              I am made of memories. This and this and this.

[valyriean]

"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 color 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.”

[tywvin-archive]

@fandomaestheticnet: pride month event → lgbtq+ characters/ships: patrochilles

I conjure the boy I knew. Achilles, grinning as the figs blur in his hands. His green eyes laughing into mine. C a t c h , he says. Achilles, outlined against the sky, hanging from a branch over the river. The thick warmth of his sleepy breath against my ear. If you have to go, I will go with you.

[allisoinreynolds]

books read in 2018: the song of achilles, by madeline miller.  this, i say. this and this. the way his hair looked in summer sun. his face when he ran. his eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. this and this and this. so many moments of happiness, crowding forward.

[padmeskywalkers]

books read in 2017: the song of achilles ( 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.

[strwberieswsugar]

The Song of Achilles + character posters:

P A T R O C L U S

“My father was a King and the son of Kings”

[unknowndiscoverer]

Patroclus + Achilles

And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all to be left on Earth when another is gone.

[yanniangniang]

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 color 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.” 

for @cristagrint

[daenerya]

“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”

[strwberieswsugar]

“They do not come as words, but like dreams, rising as scent from the rain-wet earth. This, I say. This and this. The way his hair looked in summer sun. His face when he ran. His eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. This and this and this. So many moments of happiness, crowding forward.” 

- Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

[dreamertrilogys]

This is sooooooooooo pretty I love it so so so much ❤️❤️❤️

Make me choose: carry on or the song of achilles for @tis-is-i-the-sarcastic-fangirl

I conjure the boy I knew. Achilles, grinning as the figs blur in his hands. His green eyes laughing into mine. Catch, he says. Achilles, outlined against the sky, hanging from a branch over the river. The thick warmth of his sleepy breath against my ear. If you have to go, I will go with you. My fears forgotten in the golden harbor of his arms. The memories come, and come. She listens, staring into the grain of the stone. We are all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both. - Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

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